I accompanied him to the stadium for an evening run.

We were in the lift, and he spoke to me, "I heard you were planning to go Vietnam. Why didn't you go? You've booked the tickets already why never go?"

I said nothing and was wondering how he even knew about it, cos I didn't remember telling him or my mom about my intended trip which was to take place this week actually.

'Papa is ok and can handle this on my own.' You should've just gone la.'

I stayed silent, but felt like i was screaming deep within. There're more reasons why I shouldn't be feeling crappy anymore.