Feeding ducks. Enjoying nature. Just breaking free. The family arrived at Tim Neville park searching for parking. Luckily, the police car drove out, so dad parked in front of the memorial after he dropped us at the entrance. He took out the baby from the back seat as he looked and searched for us. Finally, he found us on the green grass under the shady tree. My mind wandered on how I could manage my time to write. And how I could I do my writing assignment without making them feel that working was special as them. Hay! Just a big sigh and a heavy heart. But I was trying to feel at ease. Maybe it must be the weather or my monthly period adding to this heavy feeling inside that kept me hard to breathe with the mask on. He placed the sleeping baby at the big tree next to the pram while he invited Orci and Hannah to feed the ducks. He tried to communicate with me, but here I was silently resting comfortably my head on this purple bean bag. ...