Winter comes with two weeks of holidays covering Christmas and New Year’s Eve. I used to dread it, two weeks stuck at home living for my mother. But this year is totally different. In a couple of minutes, with the ringing of the final bell, every single student is going to be running home like elementary children. Somehow I did not feel much different from them this time.
Once the sound of freedom pierced our ears, I walked out into the hallway and stood still in a corner to avoid being trampled before I could head to Eric’s empty classroom. We tried to make plans for the holidays, hoping to be able to spend Christmas and New Year’s together, though there was no way in knowing if this would be possible. It all depends upon my mother and her mood. Still, even if we could not be together on
