SARAH
I walked the hallway, my steps were louder this time. I could see personnel tuning their necks. The lousy hall was still at the moment.
Relieved, I watched Mrs. Bee pose back. I could tell that I scared her for a moment. I offered her a faint smile. It wasn't my intention for my family to witness this drama, but it wasn't planned either.
The lady who presented the award wasn't so pleased. I watched her face wrinkle, and she made some sort of sign communication with some people.
I finally climbed to the stage, just midway, and hands were already joining together for me. And the atmosphere seems so light and cheerful. I stood.
“Sarah Morgans,” I announced with a smile.
Another round of applause came with just that announcement. Yet, I was certain the people joining those hands we
