THE MORNING...

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We were walking hand in hand, with our fingers intertwined ...pathway with trees  branches covered with flowers bowed down...

"But,why?" I asked him with tears flowing down my cheek

He wiped it off by his thump and turned on his heels.

"Wake up love .... it's your first day of eleventh grade." I could say it was my mom's voice because it's that loud and shrilled. Eyes fluttered open, trying hard to believe that what I felt was a dream I walked towards the window and pushed the curtain aside to breathe in some fresh air.

I can't believe how fast a year slipped off. It was really fast. Now I'm in 11 which I find a bit hard to adjust with since my responsibilities are increasing. Without wasting time I dressed up. Grabbing a plain blue jacket and my bag threw it around my shoulders. I descended the wooden fleet of steps approaching kitchen.

"Good morning mom" I chirped. "Morning love...here, have your breakfast". It was usual toasted bread with. I'm not a great fan of food so just gulped it. Mom was in a hurry to prepare food for daddy. I guess I'll be too early to school today as daddy has to leave early to office. It's not that I can't go all alone but no permission from my caring parents.

"Bye mom" I waved.

Finally after a month I'm back to my school...

                              TO BE CONTINUED....

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