Today is another sad day. I thought I could go out but I didn't get to eventually. So much for packing bag and preparing early. I realised my favourite pillow had a huge hole today, so I brought it to my mum and asked her whether she could sew it back for me. Then she said the pillow case is practically rotting already, might as well throw it away. But I would never wanna throw my pillow away. I grew up with it and spent almost every night with it covering my head. All the four corners of the pillow are torn and tattered thanks to my itchy teeth when I was younger. I remember this time when I brought the pillow to my grandma's house when we stayed over and my cousin was fighting with me over my pillow. Obviously I wouldn't give it to her, so my grandma had to get one for her too. I remember I used to cry at night because I couldn't find my pillow to sleep with. I would pester my mum till she wakes up and find it for me. Even though sometimes I drop it on the floor while I was asleep, I always felt bad towards it. Really. It was like another companion since I was born. It's filled with countless teardrops and good nights. I would never want to throw it away, ever.