17th March 1965

Murphy woke up at the sun peeking behind the curtains, like forever.

She could feel her eyes not opening up quite finely because of the puff on them, due to weeping them all night.

The morning was a heavy one, the same sun didn't feel that lively again.

The morning wasn't the same, there was no Mother to come to her room and tell her to wake up, that it's too late to stay in bed.

There was no one who worried about her favorite breakfast, she was alone and dejected, traveling in a caravan of hopelessness, which her fate had suggested for her.

She was looking at the lonely sun again, as to how hard it burns over there alone, that its heat spreads too distant.

A knock at the door suddenly pulled her out of her musings. She rose on the bed, sitting on it, "Come in", she spoke under her breath.

It was Sam, standing at the door holding a tray of food, looking paler than normal, his eyes didn't show any sign of weeping.

"I made breakfast for yo