With all the resentment towards everyone, we drove out of the crematorium slowly and aimlessly.
There can only be a few sources of 'therapy' for me to help me get over myself. Sms to close friends, watching how Mong did in school (yes, we quietly drove past the school) and food. After a worse-than-any-other-day plate of Hokkien mee, fantastic Indian rojak and lovely teh-si, I felt much better. By the time it came to fetching Becks from school, I wasn't such a wreck anymore.
Still, the days will be long.
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