9, and in form 1
Nchinju:
There is crying everywhere... it's more like a funeral. Well, well, no one is dead yet; just that time of the year when parents are dragging their little ones to leave them in some boarding school for their very first time. Yes, very first time to live away from their parents in a very unfamiliar place. Uncertainty grips most freshmen.
You guessed right, I was part of the crying. I was inconsolable. I who thought I won't cry when I had seen other kids screaming when I arrived.
My mum had already brought my box and some of my stuff to the dormitory. And it kicked in...I was going to be left behind, my heart pounded. Now, I stepped into my new reality.
It was so hard for my parents and I...they almost took me back. I saw my mum cry; looking at her, it felt like she couldn't bear loosing me. I was so hurt to see her cry. But somewhat it made me have some solace, in that, she had to make this hard decision for my good.
My mum assured me that I will like it here. And dad just told me to be strong, making me know they will come back for visiting sooner than I think. With his words, I was cheered. Then we had a meal together. Thereafter, they departed.