After a sleepless night, going through what my mother said on the phone over and over again, I was exhausted when the morning came. Her exact words were I know that you blame me for your father, but it wasn't like you think.
And then, being the ludicrously self-centered person that she is, she said she had to go and promised to call me back in a few days. I tried all night to figure out what she could possibly mean by that, but I eventually had to realize it's no use. I'll just have to wait for that next redeeming phone call to ease all the built-up tension in my body and mind. I hope it does.
And as if that wasn't enough for one day, I later received a hand-written letter from the boy with the soft hair, but that's a story for tomorrow. This one ends with me trying to find all those hours of sleep I've lost.