I walked upto the front gates, the security guard letting me in with a warm smile, and headed towards the play-room; as of my daily routine. I always chose a proffesional outlook with my hair neatly tied and pinned securely into a bun; a long-sleeved top that reached just above my knees, with the usual leggings and a shawl partially draped around my neck. My standard inched heels clicked onto the tiled floor and echoed off the pink walls with every step.
Yet, as I enter my appointed class, I was always lost within the care-free innocence of these children. They were the mere reason of a smile that wasn't faked and the joyful intrigue to look forward to another day. Being with them, I never had to worry over a disturbing past, nor ponder over a distant future. Time stilled, and we enjoyed merely basking in each other's merriment. They were the reason for why I had moved on - the kids of Soaring High Jr.
"Morning class"
"Good Morning, Ms. Linda," they chimed as always, in adorable perfection.
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A Genuine Infatuation and A Theorem for Love
RomanceLinda has always been engrossed in her own world of books and a deep passion for studies. So much that it dwindled with her capacity to mingle amongst others - like any ordinary teenager would have committed to doing so. This worked worry into her p...
