I left the house at around eight to go to work. Ever since Mom has been in a coma, I have been commuting on and off work every day. Dad never drove me even for once and I understood that he might be busy with work. I hailed a cab and told the driver to bring me to my workplace. I looked at myself in my small mirror and saw that my eyes were a bit puffy as a sign that I cried hard last night. I topped it off with some concealer but it could only do so much. I sighed and put my mirror back on my bag....