It was not my typical type of Sunday. Lazy to stand up and I just want to lay at my bed and sleep. But I need to get up and help with the preparations. Despite of not being in the mood, I stood up from my bed and tied my hair and went down to our garage. At first I was hesitant to go down, so I just stare at the sky for a few minutes. Something’s going over in my head at that time that makes me sad. After trying to get back my smile, and failed. I finally decided to go down. As I was getting down the stairs, wearing a shirt and shorts with my short hair tied back. My friend noticed me and asked, “Are you okay?” I don’t know what to respond. So I just remained silent. Then my friend continued, “You’re not okay.” And maybe I’m really not. But I’m trying to. And I think that was the best conversation that I had.