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This morning my aunt told my uncle that she was leaving him.
I could hear the amusement in his voice, when he told her ok, pack your things, leave the kids, and go tomorow.
She firmly told him she was taking the kids with her.
He laughed and left the house.
But not before seeing me, and thinking I was asleep, said a whole bunch of stuff harshly in Arabic, along with my name, so it wasnt coincidence. I dont know what any of it meant, and I dont think I quite care to. I whispered that I am sick, and his voice softened a great deal.
All my dreams last night involved a bottomless feeling of betrayal, lost-ness, abandonment. Somehow, my dreams played out all the characters in this little senseless drama using people I knew from highschool, and people I know from today, so it was...surreal.
Somone died in my dream. I dont remember who, but I think I know.
My chest feels like it's being squeezed tightly. I didnt wanna come to class, but here I am.
My aunt is leaving when her kids' schools ends.
I feel so...lost. I honestly have no idea where I am going, I really dont.
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