First of all, it was water leak in my apartment with major damages, then my boss's pressure and finally minor knee injury. Then this grieving mood before September - the month of death of closest persons.
I think I will just have a rest here in my place because the cases of infection are rising again.
No, I don't think so and deeply inside I think he hopes for a carer to his mom. But in the moments of despair and loneliness, I think I start imagining different things.
I don't think he will put obstacles, but if the borders will be closed, I don't think he will help me to get back home.