In contrary to what I had hoped, weeks passed, and it soon became a month since my dad had been hospitalized. But still, no news came.
Everyone gathered in the gym for a sermon. Our school does this every year to ensure that our hormones won't get in the way of our lives. The principal stood up on stage and used his Psychology PhD to lecture us.
"How many of you have had feelings for a teacher?" My attention was caught, and the room fell silent. "It's not like I expected an answer anyways." the old man chuckled. "I'm pretty sure many of you have felt this way. And that is completely normal. But do not mistake this for love when it is merely a phase."
My eyes fell and I reflected on his words. A phase, huh. To think of it like that is somewhat sad, but it does make sense. So, if I never
