the day he cried.

Michael, my brother, cried today. That was after he was sent home for being late. Actually, they

Rescue came in the form of an agitated mother and a father ready to back her up. Her hair was still damp when she readied herself to make way for his son and daughter. Which is very unusual because she’ll spend 30 minutes (or maybe this is an exaggeration) just to make her hair look right. The term “right” being problematic because I’m not really sure what she wants to happen with it.

It all ended up well, I think. The two got to attend classes and after the fiasco, I still had enough time to go back to sleep and dream.


P.S.: I was once late…and been barred to enter the school premises. I didn’t go home even if the stupid guard told me so. I knew better. I always knew the “secret” passageway in the chapel that would lead me inside the school. And because everybody else found out about it, more gates had to be built and more students were left with no choice but to be forced to go home - like Michael and Mariel. were sent home. Mariel, on the other hand, stayed in school. Maybe she knew her brother will fetch rescue.