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Chapter 22

I saw Teacher Anthony. His hair was wet and he smelt of shave and manly perfume, like the scent he usually wore in school.

My throat went dry. School. I had a class. I smiled at him and looked away. "Good morning, Sir."

A smile curled in the corner of his lips. "Just call me Anthony. I am six years older than you but I don't like to hear you calling me Sir in this house."

"Okay." I cleared my throat and looked at him sideways. "Are you going to school today?"

His shoulders shrugged. "There's no class for today, Sydnee. The roads were full of waters from last night's thunderstorm and the authorities were still cleaning the roads. The principal cancelled classes for two days."

Good news then. But when I took a glance outside the balcony, I remembered the little nipa hut. Was the storm swept clean the little hut? I hoped not. My parents were still there.

"Let's go downstairs. I'll cook our breakfast and I'll return you to your home after."

"No." I shook my head. "I don't want to go
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