I hate Sundays, public holidays and any days which I will have to spend out with my parents alone without my sister for that matter. I hate being sandwiched between petty parent-politics, I hate any sound that comes out of them especially when I'm in the car. I hate the songs my dad plays in his car, those stupid chinese songs which I do not understand, which obviously do not make sense to me.

But the huge apple in my throat and the old stiff neck has vanished.

It was a walk to remember. Also, I do not share my apples.