This afternoon, I cried in a tea shop. How strange to see a pregnant woman cry. I went there so that I could get away from the silence and monotony that permeates my room. It’s funny how amidst the conversations and hustle of the place, I felt even lonelier. I thought of my grandmother and how she is almost always left alone in the house and how I admire her for being used to it. She just watches television, read the newspaper and answer the crossword. Sometimes, she cooks and often, she busies herself with sewing dresses, curtains and coverings. I realized how crucial her weekly grocery shopping is for her.
I realized how different I am now.