I hurriedly went home to take the dress off. The moment I took the dress off, everything became clearer and suddenly normal. I didn't feel strange anymore. I went out again because I wanted to throw the dress away.
My friend suggested that I burn the dress than to throw it somewhere. So we burned it. And for the first time that evening I felt peace.
When I got home, I found my mom in the kitchen. Her swollen red eyes stared blankly. I went to greet her. I told her what happened. And she only sat there, speechless, as if nothing happened.
Monday, December 1, 2008
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