Vea
“Vea? Wake up.”
My dad was knocking on my door early in the morning. I think he woke me up for something very important.
“Come in,” I responded.
He opened my door, and went inside of my room. He sat down.
“The office has been fully renovated. Your official inauguration will be held this afternoon. Our family members from abroad will come here to witness the event. However, your Grandpa Dos wouldn’t be able to attend because he’s currently busy with a conference in Santa Luisa.”
Wait, what? I was having the same reaction I had when I first knew about that damned inauguration.
“Am I hearing this correctly? The real, official, authentic, and legitimate inauguration will be held today?” I asked him.
“Yes. So I need you to get ready because there will be a lot of people there.
