Mila
The next couple of weeks go as usual. I meet the boys at the drop-off, so whoever’s helping can get my backpack and accompany me to my classes. It was really weird in the beginning, but I was soon used to their presence around me.
We ended up bonding and chatting. Maybe that’s what it is like to have friends around you.
I was way better by the second week, but Uncle Carlos and the boys insisted that they continue to help me, so I just let it be. Grandpa knew all of them, even Derrick, so I think it was all okay, for now.
“So, it’s your birthday this weekend! Anything special?” Dave casually asks me during lunch. It’s a Thursday, so it means we only see and talk to each other during lunch.
Everybody is looking at me with wide eyes and surprise.
“It’s your birthday?! Why didn’t y
