Olivia POV
I looked over the audience, then took deep breaths. The lump in my throat had been making it hard for me to start with my speech. I look up towards the ceiling to prevent the tears to fall down. The paper, where I had written what I had to say, laid in front of me all crumpled.
After a few more seconds, Mr. Davis, the principal, approached me from his seat and talked to me in a hush.
“Are you okay, Olivia? We can have your speech later.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I can proceed now. Thank you.” He patted my shoulder, then returned to his seat.
Mr. Davis was very considerate when I returned to school after Aunt Becky passed away. He offered me a few days off from school for me to recuperate from my loss and that he can arrange someone to bring the homework to the house. I kindly reje
