up very well in a big bag of anxiety....So the day came and went by pretty well, marked by a little rain making a part of the ceremony be held in the school dining hall...especially the candidates' singing part. The December holiday was usually my best holiday because of two basic reasons: it marked the end of an academic year and meant I was done with one class; secondly, it was the holiday
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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