Andrew Carter
I'm on my way to the school where Cloe started studying. I took her there myself this morning, and, of course, she left the house all excited.
Memories on
"Cloe, princess, wake up," I said to her, and today, of all days, she seems sleepier than ever.
"Daddy, I don't want to study today," she said, lying next to her mother. I signaled for her to speak quietly.
"You'll wake up your mother, and she has barely slept these past two days," I said.
"I don't want to study today," she repeated, covering herself with the blanket.
I sigh. What a difficult child.
"Not even if it's a school where you'll have many friends?" Cloe immediately pulls the blanket off her head and looks at me in surprise.
"Am I going to a real school?" she asked, a huge smile on her face.
"Yes, Cloe, D
