This waiting room holds the biggest number of people. All waits in nervousness, ready to be called. It’s a raffle by the way. So we don’t know whose turn will be next.
The staff pulls one number every 5 minutes and it’s been a while since we’ve been here. I don’t know about the guy at the back, he seems furious and may explode anytime. Some people start to cry. The couple by the window cries the hardest and looks like they run out of the air.
Will that happen to us? Sooner or later? This tiredness, the anxiousness, and the sadness. All pileup, a mixture of an uncomfortable feeling.
Of waiting for the hope to come.
(1/7 of #7daysofblackandwhite)