Today, I’ve gone working back in the office. BG was crying when I left. I had to be strong. She’s no longer a baby, I said to myself. She had to face the reality that both of her parents are working. (Alright, I left with a heavy heart.)

It felt kind of weird to go out of the house in the middle of the day. And my feet have been wearing flipflops for a long time now, I think these two have forgotten how to walk in shoes.

When I entered the office, I saw a lot of new faces. I started feeling like the new hire. I felt shy while getting my chocolate drink from the pantry. Although the colorful sofa and lightings are all familiar, I don’t know anybody in there. I even thought they were from another floor.

But of course, the connection is way too faster. Plus, some officemates told me I am thinner now. (I didn’t expect this ‘coz even if I lost pounds after the operation, I’ve gained them back lately.)

Geez. I’m not as happy as I seem to be. But I guess, you’ll just have to appreciate the things that come your way. At least I got a job.