ugh

My mom and I got into a fight.

Her depression is really starting to take over now. Her temper is easy to set-off and talking to her as like tiptoeing around broken glass. It's so aggravating! I say one thing that's not within her realm and she snaps.

So, now, being at home is awkward and nothing will be fixed until I apologize for something I didn't even do. Grrr.

float on

So, yesterday I received a letter from my friend's family in response to letter I wrote to her regarding the bombing at the Zahrville college. They told me that my friend, Eliza, was still in the hospital, but her condition was stabilizing. The biggest threat to her health was the fact that she lost too much blood and had to have several transplants to correct this. She also suffered an infection from shrapnel in her arm, as well as lost two fingers.

:(

Poor girl. The family reports that she should be out within the next month. They also thanked me for writing them and they ended with a Zahra al-Zahra quote.

The Brn government didn't even apologize for this bombing! It's like we, the Zaharians, aren't worthy, as if we're not even human beings. A cost of war, they say. This is all so completely wrong, and I'm frustrated that I'm stuck here near the border area and I can't do anything. And even if there was something to be done, I'm just one person, and definitely not influential enough.

OK, I'm done thinking about this. Until next time.