Étude of Humanity

Chapter Five

"Wow! Good job, Sayre-dear! You passed on Math!"

"Whaaa? Yahooo!"

I look at my test papers that were homemade by mama herself. It was serious and long when seeing it stapled neatly, but Sayre managed to ace the entire Math subject that mama can teach to an extent.

So far the entire time Sayre has been homeschooling for a little while, I aced Language, Reading, and most recently Math! Mama still has to check how I've been doing in Science, but it was up until that point. Mama wasn't all that sure about teaching History and Japanese, but with me acing Language and Reading, it shouldn't be concerning for me.

In short, mama's been teaching me all the basic yet fundamental subjects!

Wow, look at Sayre using more advanced words day by day!

Sayre watches mama arrange all of my homeschooling stuff back into their places since today's now dismissed. I forgot, mama homeschools me at the living room since it's the room that's pretty spacious unlike the busy kitchen and their rough bedroom.

There's something within me that just hardens when Sayre watched mama, though. Or actually, every time. I felt like I was "fed" up with mama having to homeschool me—I can't get the right word. I love mama and all, but there's just my mind thinking that it's all for nothing, like this isn't necessary for Sayre! It just—it feels wrong homeschooling me anymore. Not only that, I feel that mama's laying effort so much on me that it just feels wasted in the end.

Golly, what was Sayre saying grown-up stuff and all of that?

In all of the worksheet and exam papers that mama makes for me, there's not a single paper that's not scored perfectly beside the name "Sayre Hisa."

Sayre hasn't mistaken one item the entire time mama was homeschooling me.

To say that that's a weirdo or not is hard to tell.

Anywhoozles, mama and I went from homeschool mode to lunch mode! Of course, we're the only ones in the house since papa's working during the day. This has become our routine every weekday. It does feel a little boring nothing extraordinary would happen.

"My, Sayre. I don't think you'd continue your kindergarten at this point. When you're finally back at school, you'd be in elementary!"

"Hueehhh? That's really coolio, mama!"

It's a bummer Sayre would never experience having to go to kindergarten. But at the same time, what use is it if Sayre enrolled back in kindergarten while knowing arithmetic math and not being a fluffy and playful kiddo anymore?

Just like the rest of them.

Sayre isn't like the rest of them.

I hop off the chair as Sayre collects mama's plate and glasses and mine's then rinse them all in the sink. It's always a relief for me to see mama all comfortable on the table watching morning TV like a fine mother she should be!

Sayre looks intently at mama while washing here at the back. Her supple grey hair, the eyes and nose that I share color and shape with, her cute face, I was wondering if Sayre would look the same as mama's when I become a grownup.

Mama looks at this direction, "Sayre-dear? Don't you have something you like to do in the future?"

"Hmmm~? What'chu mean, mama?"

She walks and nears my side, her hand on my head while I continue washing in the sink, "Don't you have a dream, sweetie? I thought about asking that to you because you seem to enjoy what your papa's doing. It's just like how your father is an IT in his work or me working at my bakeshop! Maybe a... job you want to work?"