Today was the last day with parents. We didn’t really do much except preparing all their stuff to be packed. █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████
We then got outside, and ate pizza.
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Wasn’t that good tbh. After eating, we hopped on the tram and got to the trainstation, and waited for around an hour… Listened to some drunk guys playing piano and other dancing to it. Surprisingly the play itself was good, even though one of the guys went to me and tried to say something, which I didn’t understand and had to walk away.
It’s literally IMPOSSIBLE to not cry. Every time you see your family leave, or vice versa, they always go to the unknown. I don’t know if I’ll see my dad alive again. We said some touching last words, and they departed. I got home on a tram, feeling sad and melancholic. I hope I’ll see my family again.