𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #1: 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

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Time flew and before I knew it, we had come to the first day of our exams. Although, throughout the previous week, that wasn't a topic in the mouths of the students. The only thing they talked about was the school's annual Christmas party which was going to be hosted after the exams.

I sat on the dining, eating breakfast alone, as usual as I prepared for school that morning.

I had wanted Aunt Fatima to stay with me for breakfast but she declined, saying she still had work to do that morning.

When I was done, I went up to my room, heading for the wardrobe to take out my uniform and get in it. I pulled the wardrobe door open and my Diamond High uniform immediately came to view. I was supposed to take it out like I do everyday and put it on, but all I did was stare at it, from the white long sleeve inner and black tie to the deep red blazer, down to the black trousers and further down to the polished school shoes I placed just below the uniform.

For strange reasons, I didn't want to head to school that day. I had a funny feeling that settled at the bottom of my stomach, I couldn't decipher what it was but that didn't make me feel any less uncomfortable.

I sighed, choosing to ignore whatever it was and took the uniform by the hanger, placed it on my bed and began to change into it.

Minutes later, I was ready for school. Just as I tossed my bag over my shoulder and come out of my room, my phone rang and vibrated in my trouser pocket. I took it out of the pocket, taking a glance at the caller's ID. I felt a small smile on my face and I answered the call, placing the phone on my ear.

"Good morning, Dad." I said.

"Same Son, how are you do— Wait, it's morning there?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yes."

"So you must be getting ready for school then?" He asked. I nodded again.

"Yeah."

"How have your therapy been going? Fatima, the old maid informed that you finally started. I'm so grateful."

"Yeah, I have. Thanks." I said with a small smile.

"How has the sessions been? Any problems, maybe with the therapist perhaps?"

I shook my head. "No, the therapy's going well, Dr. Adaeze is... she really knows how to do her job."

I paused. "I feel... a bit better." And then, I said lowly through the phone, "Thank you, so much."

I imagined my dad smiling at me. "You're welcome, Son. Well, I have to leave you now and let you go to school, wouldn't want you going late. Good talk."

"Same, bye." He ended the call after my words, and I felt gratitude. I really was thankful for what he'd done for me.

Even though he couldn't always leave his work place to visit me here and spend time with me, maybe he wasn't such a bad Dad after all.

The thought brought a bright smile to my lips and I placed the phone back in my trouser pocket and walked out the door.

In no time, I got into the car and the driver drove me out of the house and headed for the school.

I watched the environment pass in a blur, I decided to whine down the window and the cool morning air hit me. I smiled.

I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze hit my face and blow passed me. I felt a sort of calmness, a small sort of happiness fuel through me z and I found myself thinking back on Dr. Adaeze's words.

"Next time, when you tell yourself those words, I don't just want you to say it, I want you to feel it and believe in it."

I stared down at my hands quietly, a small smile playing on my lips.