A parent meeting at my brother's school is coming up. It is supposed to be parents right? But mother is busy at work, and... of course there's no more father anymore, so who?
Me,
I'll go.
I tried to dress as nice as possible, a white t-shirt and shorts.
Good enough, no, way better than ever.
I ran to my brothers school that's a few streets away [Explanation a half village away] then sat down at one of the seats near the dusty chalk board, never noticing the sweat running down my face.
"Good afternoon every parent and friends!" Roared the teacher, his voice somehow hoarse.
Time passed as I listen to him talking about all the school rules and events, he seems to be used to it, he seems like a skilled repeater .
At the end of the meeting, I was about to set myself up to leave, but a hand grabbed my arm before I can set a foot out of the seat.
"Mister, are you Zhengyisheng's parent?" the teacher asked from behind, I flinched, shuddering I answered "Yes.".
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Table
ContoHe comes, every time on the same day to that table, that chair, ordering the same bowl. Hi wingless here~~~ this is another short story for you to read and explore! warning! includes sad emotions etc <3 Btw this is not really super author written b...
