as i was packing, i thought of genuine and was melancholy again.
i thought of how she don't get to bid goodbye to this house.
no, she don't have a choice at all.
we just silently sent her to my aunt's house, without a proper goodbye.
she thought she was going for a holiday for the weekend.
but no, she wasn't.
she was there for good.
and she didn't know a thing at all.
yesterday dad told me that if i wanted to see genuine, i can call him and he'll arrange it.
but i don't wanna see genuine.
i guess i simply don't have the guts to see her.
what if she wanted to see mom?
what would i tell her?
how should i explain?
what if she asked if we didn't want her?
i really don't know how to face her.
though young, she has a rather nimble mind that picks up things quickly.
on the way to my aunt's house, she already sensed that something was wrong.
very wrong.
she saw her big luggages that contained all her clothes.
her toys.
then she rummaged through her belongings, turned and told dad:
"why are you bringing all of my things? i don't want to stay over there."
she was smart, but not smart enough.
she hadn't sensed that on thursday, we were bringing her out for the last time.
she hadn't sensed that on thursday, we were trying so hard to fufil her simple wishes.
a notebook for a birthday present.
sushi for dinner.
everything that she requested for.
everything went so smoothly.
and we sent her off, without a tear.
because if she knew it prematurely,
she won't want to go.
and if she cried, i know, it'll be harder still to let her go.
