I would be lying if I said
I wasn’t relieved that P isn’t around anymore. I finally have my room and own
space back. But I would also be lying if I said I didn’t miss her. P had really
become like one of the family, so much so that it’s weird not seeing her around
every day… it’s like something’s incomplete or missing. And it’s not just me
who feels this way, Ma, Pa, A and L can sense the weight of her absence too.
