This was going to be my year. I had a hard time to make the choice of standing back up; but I was not prepared to deal with the consequences of the same which now seemed harder. I had no clue on how to get around. How was I going to leave the circle that had accepted me all this time? Who would be my friends now? The top of the class? I kept wondering.
I saw my mother approach, from afar. She wore a yellow coat. I felt a feeling of relieve. That I was no longer alone. When she reached my bed, she stood by my side. We did not talk. We just stared. At least that is what I recall. I wondered where the rest of my family was. I later came to know about the various restrictions that had been put at the time. Keep reading.
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