The Hidden Information.
Adrian relaxed a little bit on the bed, picked the books from the bed and wanted to tuck it back inside his school bag. Suddenly, something fell down from it. Briskly, he picked it up!
‘’Oh, this is where I kept this letter! I have been searching for it for awhile now,’’ agitatedly, he soliloquized after scanning through the envelope, his owlish eyes dancing furiously in their sockets.
The letter was addressed to him by his father dated ‘’12th August, 2001.’’ That was almost two weeks earlier. He had first written his father, seeking forgiveness, permission and blessings to travel to the Federal Capital for the competition. That was the last letter he had received from them, anyway. He thought he was lucky his mother didn’t go against his football playing that
