It felt like a normal day up until now. Just this morning I put on my uniform and headed out to my school: a 3-floor plain looking building only a block away from our home. The school secretary, a family friend, greeted me when I walked in and asked me how my grandmother was I replied. She had gotten sick last week and was recovering. doing. “Much better,” “She’s grateful for all your her I said hello, see you all on she prayers.” “Wonderful. Tell I’ll Sunday.” smiled and walked away. a private school so most of the staff here go to our It’s family’s church. In fact, most of the Christians in our town do, since not very many of us. My grandfather there’s used to be a pastor there when he was alive, so everyone here pretty much knows my family, and by default, me. My mother speaks before I do: sorry we tell you earlier my love, we just “I’m didn’t sure she says. weren’t yet.” what about I question her. you like it you miss our home “But here?” “don’t here? Won’t or your friends or our I added as I realized I would probably never see my classmates church?” or Viola ever again. I even remember the last thing I said to her, but I remember this don’t morning when she waved to me as I walked towards my line in the recess lot, not long class’ before we pledged allegiance to the flag of Egypt and went up to our classrooms. I had first met Viola almost two years ago, at the beginning of second grade. One of the reasons we had become best friends is probably because both the shy type. Since neither of us had had very many we’re people to talk to, when we had met and found out we had so much in common we had held onto each other instantly. She is just easy to talk to and I find that in others very often. don’t you do last I asked. “Did Miss Sandy’s homework night?” made She replied, though I swore to him it affect my grade Baba “Yes, me,” “even won’t now in the last week of school. What about She added. you?”
It felt like a normal day up until now. Just this morning I put on my uniform and headed out to my school: a 3-floor plain looking building only a block away from our home. The school secretary, a family friend, greeted me when I walked in and asked me how my grandmother was doing. “Much better,” I replied. She had gotten sick last week and was recovering. “She’s grateful for all your prayers.” “Wonderful. Tell her I said hello, I’ll see you all on Sunday.” she smiled and walked away. It’s a private school so most of the staff here go to our family’s church. In fact, most of the Christians in our town do, since there’s not very many of us. My grandfather used to be a pastor there when he was alive, so everyone here pretty much knows my family, and by default, me. My mother speaks before I do: “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier my love, we just weren’t sure yet.” she says. “But what about here?” I question her. “don’t you like it here? Won’t you miss our home or your friends or our church?” I added as I realized I would probably never see my classmates or Viola ever again. I don’t even remember the last thing I said to her, but I remember this morning when she waved to me as I walked towards my class’ line in the recess lot, not long before we pledged allegiance to the flag of Egypt and went up to our classrooms. I had first met Viola almost two years ago, at the beginning of second grade. One of the reasons we had become best friends is probably because we’re both the shy type. Since neither of us had had very many people to talk to, when we had met and found out we had so much in common we had held onto each other instantly. She is just easy to talk to and I don’t find that in others very often. “Did you do Miss Sandy’s homework last night?” I asked. “Yes, Baba made me,” She replied, “even though I swore to him it won’t affect my grade now in the last week of school. What about you?” She added.
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