A gentle shake woke me up. Mama’s soft voice followed, bringing me fully out of my sleep. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the daylight filling the room. As I sat up, I felt a throbbing pain in my head, and Mama sat beside me, watching with concern.
“You went to bed early last night. Your friends have already left. They didn’t wake you because you looked so tired…”
I rubbed my temples, the ache growing as I lifted my body. Mama’s gentle hand rested on my forehead, her expression filled with worry.
"Do you feel sick?" she asked, her tone soft but anxious.
I shook my head slowly. "No, Ma. Just tired."
I winced, feeling a dull ache pulse through my head as I tried to sit up. The events of yesterday felt like a heavyweight pressing down on me. Mama noticed immediately, her brows
