"Wake up darling" , My mom calls out to me" You are gonna be late for school."
"Okay mama just 2 more minutes please".Today was not like any other day. i woke up and found my self extremely dull and scared like there is something following me that will overcome me. Today I was Not willing to go to school like there was something stopping me , a Fear. I could not understand what it was. However i sat up as i did not want to miss an important test today. Unwillingly, i got out of my bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
I came out and found my uniform pressed , lying on my bed. Thanks to mom the great.
I changed quickly, took my 💼 bag which usually sat on the chair beside my bed and went down stairs.
Mom served 🍳 breakfast in front of me and got back to the kitchen to prepare my lunch 🍴 . Literally what would i do without her.
"Good morning son" said dad as he walked out of his room buttoning up his shirt.
"Good morning baba" i replied woth a warm smile 😊. My dad sat on the table with me and we had breakfast together. We talked about the previous day and the time we both had at school and office respectively.
After a while mom came too and we had a good family conversation when suddenly i just came to a sudden stop. "What it is son." my dad asked. "Ahhh! Blood! Blood!" I screamed as i grabbed my head. I had just went through a short scenario in which i see blood all around. Seeing an extreme discomfort on my face both my parents got a bit worried.
"Please i dont want to go to school today. " I continued.
"Why what happened" he asked me. My mom puts her hand on my shoulder . " i dont know , it feels like something is not right today." My parents looked at each other, they knew something was wrong. And Before they could say something , i heard the school bus horn.
"Uggh! Well the bus is here so i cant stop now." I said depressingly. I picked up my bag ,my mom handed me my lunch and i left the door saying good bye to my parents.
"May God be your Guardian (Allah Hafiz)" they waved 👋 me.
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