The second day of teaching was over. I said goodbye to Elsie and left from her house. I went home, mentally tired. Mom was inside the living room, reading a magazine when I got isnide.
“You look beat. Shall I make you something?” she asked with concern.
I wasn't hungry, I couldn't sleep when closing my eyes. God I didn't know what was wrong with me!
I shook my head and sauntered to sit on the couch beside her. Dad would be here in an hour so I have to settle my mood by then.
“Do you feel sick, sweetheart?” she asked and reached to check my temperature by putting her palm over my forehead.
“No Mom, I am not. I am just tired.”
I closed my eyes for a while and expect some moments of silence but then I remembered something important.
Shoot. I forgot I have to submit my project tom
