"Do you think I can do that Teacher Adi?" Sivan asked. After our lesson, he said he wants to be the one who will play the music on his Papa Ivar and Kylué's wedding next month.
A couple of honk from his Papa's car and we saw him running out of the faculty room after he wave his hand and big goodbye.
"Simone Giovannin dela Torre. He is a prodigy, don't you think so, Ms. Chrys?" My co-teacher tore her eyes off the musical sheets. She nodded her head to agree on my claim.
"He is smart. He can paint, he is a musical genius too. Sivan is setting my standard way too hard. I'd rather remain childless if my future child is not like him." We chuckled at Teacher Chrys' joke.
"We're not even sure if you'll have children someday. You don't do date. No boyfriend since birth," I commented. She s
