First thing this morning I found out that a boy in my class lost his mother last week. I was very disturbed. I wasnt very close to the boy. He barely spoke to me. But I was just very down.
I am 25. I miss my mommy, but I can talk to her online, she calls and I can make the sacrifice and go up to see her. His mom is gone and he is just 15.
His exams start tomorrow.

*sigh*