Vito coming home from playing golf told me: “mom, you have to help me pack.” (He is leaving in a few days back to school in UBC) I said, “okay. I feel sad already, I’m going to cry.” He answered: ” mom, I have been here too long already!”
1 and half month is too long? But this is home. It’s never too long when you’re home!
Haaaaay, this is what I am talking about. I don’t like love. Why does it have to entail pain and sacrifice?
And this kind of love you can’t jump ship. You just need to adjust the sail.