~ A story of a day ~

   I still remember my first day at school as if it was yesterday. I put on my uniform, I had my small bag, making pigtails with my hair, having lots of candies, feeling that it would be a great day at school. But actually a strange feeling surrounded me once I discovered that I'm about to leave my parents, stay with strange people I had never met before. That feeling was increased to the double by seeing the other kids crying. I had their same feelings if it wasn't more. What a bit exotic was that I didn't cry. I didn't cry because what inside me was greater than to be expressed in tears.
Although the teachers were nice, I wished only to go home. I wished to see my family once again before I would leave them forever as I thought.
The class at the first day seemed not to be a beautiful classroom to me, but it seemed that I had joined a prison. Although it was a very beautiful, wide place, surrounded with colors and toys, and the smile didn't leave the teachers' faces, it seemed to be a small place to me same as jail, surrounded by prisoners and evil people doing nothing but taking kids from their families, drawing a fake smile on their faces.
I did nothing but stayed at my place, watching other poor kids crying, imagining for how long would I stay with those people, thinking if I would see my family once again or not.
I think I was the only one who didn't cry and seemed to be the calmest girl among all the kids. It seemed that from my look but actually I had a revolution inside me and a lot of questions but I thought there was no one to answer them. So, I KEPT SILENT.
I didn't enjoy any of that day's activities but waited with eager to see what's going to happen at the end of the day.
And finally after a lot of patience, the moment I had been waiting for all the day had come.
It started by seeing couples of parents coming to pick up their children. Then, I felt my heart jump of happiness as I could see my family again, although the poker face didn't leave me in all my condition either happy or depressed. I felt that those parents were a sign meant that I had got another chance to get out of that dull place.
There was a crowd of people forming a barrier between me and the view outside. One kid after another was picked up by his parents or 'saviors' as it was in my constitution.
"But me? What about me? Won't anyone come to take me? Or I will stay here forever? " and these were the only questions holding my mind then. I waited, waited, and waited for someone, putting my hand on my cheek. 
Until I had imagined someone exceeding the heights of all the parents, but unfortunately it disappeared once I rounded my face to look at it. It seemed that I had started hallucinations. But what was really exotic that I saw it once more. So, I started focusing my eyes on that thing among the parents, staring at them as an idiot. And at once, all my face expressions had changed, my heart started shaking, and I ran to the teachers telling them, " I saw him! believe me he is there! "
The teachers rounded their faces to see my elder brother jumping to see me. And once my eyes met his, he called me with a loud voice " Yomna! ", " Yomna. I'm here ". I quickly set my bag and walked through the parents' legs to reach my brother to find that my two elder brothers were there waiting for me.
 I felt the happy part of the day then, and the adventure had begun when I was with them. I enjoyed their company at the street, I loved their arguing for who would hold me, I enjoyed the taste of candies just when they were with me.
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