When the moon �� doesn't shine brightly anymore like it used to ��

It took me awhile to be active again. A lot of things have been happening lately at school and at home.

A storm took a troll out of my life. It blocked the oxygen that has been fueling the fire in my heart, and its rain washed me with cold manners.

And now, it's time to let go.

Hi, I'm Maria Flores.

And let me share with you the journey I am currently on.

If fairytales do exist, I would magically 🧚 heal sick people.

Just like how I would point my wand at my father to free him from his illness, God did it for me. He knew fairytales don't exist, and so He helped me. He helped us. He helped him.

It was hard and painful.

Distressing.

Because your life will never be the same again. No more dad jokes and no more teachings.

It took me awhile to realign my thoughts again. It's only been 28 days since his passing. And it's my first time losing someone I love.

He is the first man whom my heart loved and the first one to break my heart.

And so, his name remains carved in our hearts.

Experimenting on fine aggregates ⏳

My student life didn't stop. I continue to study and work with my brains empty spaces to make my father proud of me someday.

What we did was conduct two experiments for different purposes. One is to determine the specific gravity of fine aggregates, and the other is to calculate the fineness modulus of the fine aggregates.

I continue to jumble the numbers inside my head.

Sometimes, I just don't understand what's currently happening with this lesson, so I keep hustling to bring back the old me. The one who would thoroughly learn and understand the concept of the topic.

I shall make the birds fly as high as they want and let their memories live forever inside my heart and my mind.

Despite hustling and acting busy at school most of the time, I feel like I am lying to myself every day.

And so, I guess it is time to let go. 🕊️

But the memories will live forever inside my mind and my heart.

Life is a beautiful lie that people are told, and death is the painful truth that people have a hard time accepting.
Then, I must accept the painful truth in order for the lost loved ones to have someone on earth who can remember them.

Adios!
-Mariacurls