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After a month

"Are you listening to me?" My mother narrowed her eyes at me, slightly knitting her eyebrows together to let a frown form on her forehead.

Her eyes had bags underneath, and a few dark circles brushing her skin. She hadn't slept well lat night. Well, to he very honest, she hadn't slept at all. It was evident by how many times she almost fell asleep on the table while we were having break fast.

"I am." I said, almost rolling my eyes at her but resisted my urge before I could throw myself in a situation that would earn me a good amount of scolding.

My eyes burned too, partly because they released more tears and completely drained themselves of any liquid and also because of the many sleepless nights I have been having with everything going on.

"Where's your bag?" She asked, trying to test if I was really attentive in the conversation.

The conversation was getting routine. She constantly reminded me that I should stress myself and that I should get nervous before the actual