"How was your exam?"
The talking tall figure asked me, blocking my way to my room.
"It's okay..."
... I guess...
"How many can you answer?"
Another irritating asks, she followed me
"If you failed to impress me, I don't know what to say"
...then just, stay silent.
It is cold. Whether it is the temperature or just us. The sky is holding its tear; just like me. I remained silent. I am tired.
"I have answered it all, mom"
She nodded and left me
.
.
.
Can I at least get a god job word?
Could you please at least smile genuinely at me once?
May I at least cry or complain a bit?
I miss your affection; like, you're doing well. Every people isn't perfect. You can do it. Hugs and cheer up.
It'll pass on soon.
I bet. I hope. I wish it will.
'Exams' are hard, aren't they?
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