"Are you okay, child?" Dad asked me and I looked up from the book I was reading. I had made it a routine to read something motivating atleast once in a day and make summary out of it.
It was Mr. Hudson's idea. He had asked me to read something every day as my homework along with writing about my days. It felt relieving it write down about how my day went. As if I were talking to a friend. But at times it also felt overwhelming to revive every good and bad moments of my life. But it felt relieving at the end.
"Yes, Dad. I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I asked him and he shook his head, sitting beside me. He was out of his work clothes and had changed into a tshirt and a pair of loose pants. He smiled gently at me, reminding me of Mr. Hudson.
"Nothing, I just noticed a few changes in you si
