Day 029:
One of my more happy moments nowadays, a gigantic consolation in a tense time.
I went home for the weekend, immensely tired and a lot on my mind. Felt like the world was crashing. Nothing was going for me. I woke up hours late for all my appointments, panicking and still feeling horrible. Phone turned out broken. Back up phone didn't have enough contacts. Screen bonking out on me again.
But as I stumbled out of my room with an emotio-physiological sort of hangover, my younger brother greeted me, "KUGA!" It was the first time I heard him say my name, or at least a similar variant of it. Apparently, he learned how to say it a few days ago. He already had a version meant for waking me up, for reprimanding me, and for asking for food.
That made my day alright there and then.
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