In hostel.

I do miss staying on campus, despite the smelly toilets, despite the lack of ventilation sometimes, despite the trouble to bring my clothes to and fro. I do miss that freedom, that personal space, albeit not so big. I am suddenly reminded of the old times when my family and I still lived in a HDB flat at Bukit Batok. It was probably our smallest house ever, but I had the happiest times there. My mum often said she works so hard because she wants to buy a big house for us. I have always wanted to tell her, I don't mind living in a small house with her, as long as she's happy. I had looked forward to every Saturday in the past because that was when we would spend time with my mother. But things have changed. I am easily vulnerable on Saturday nights, because each time my sis comes back, I know I have to hide myself in the room, hoping to distance myself away from the noises of the arguments. I really want to get away from home. Anywhere.

 

And now I'm actually sitting in Yanli's room in school. She's sleeping on the floor because she didn't want me to have backaches from sleeping on the floor. I think no one else would do that for me. And I am really thankful.