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In morning mum wake me up. It was way too bright, maybe she has put the bulb in the socket. I don't like it bright, darkness is the only thing I prefer the most. She creased my head and gave a peck on my cheeks, then pull my blanket. After waking me up, she went to prepare a lunch box for me, dad and herself. Dad was looking at my drawing, he had a blur smile, can be seen or can't. He put it down and in one hand he had his cup of coffee and on the other was my report card. He was looking at it like it was some mysterious object he's seeing the first time in his life. Dad called me to the table, he was eating, then suddenly we heard the sound of the school bus. I grabbed my toast and jam in my hand and with clutching my bag from one hand I ran towards the gate. Dad also stood up and came to the door. Both of my hands were busy, I tried to hold the bread with my teeth so that I could wear my shoes, but it was hard to hold it by teeth. Then suddenly dad said "just hold that bread in your hand so that it won't fall, I'll tie your shoe". I don't know why, but I had this tingling feeling in my throat as if it's chocked. It has been just three days since I heard his voice properly. Dad look at me then stroke my head. He ruffled my hair a bit and said "You did a good job in your exams, I am proud of You my princess, keep up with this good work, ok...~". He smiled and hold me in his big arms. It was enough to put my eyes in tears. I wipe my eyes on his shoulder and peck my dad's cheeks. He put me down while mum opened the gate, I kissed mum's cheeks as well, "Love you mumma, Love you daddy. I'll see you at dinner. Bye!" and I ran straight to the bus. 

A year passed. Sunflower primary school, grade 2, my new class. I was very excited to meet new friends, but also very sad to lose the old ones. I sat on the first desk, right in front of the teacher, flooded with excitement. Teacher told everyone to say 'myself' in front of everyone, it felt so nice to meet the new one and funny to see the old one to reintroduce themselves in front of the old students. We were cheering for them. Then it was my turn, I stood up from my desk and stand beside teacher's desk. Everyone looking at me, eyes fixed to me, I got nervous and fumbled my words a bit, but still manage to introduce myself "I am Fiya Jane, and I am 6 years old. Glad to meet you all". The clapped for me, and then I went back to my seat. Everything was good, the class was going good. It was still the first period, I was still reading when my mum bragged in my class and pushed me back in the grade one.