because she’s going back on Monday.
When she goes back, I will surely cry one.
Because I cannot get to wave her goodbye every morning as I leave the house and she would be standing at the kitchen, waving back to me.
Because I cannot honk her every evening when I get back from work and she’ll be at the kitchen cooking.
Because I cannot kiss her in the morning, through the half-closed door after having home-cooked breakfast.
Because there is no one to scold and nag me, no matter how I hate it sometimes.
And when I come home from work everyday starting Monday, I’ll talk to the wall at night.
:((
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