38 The Dispute I Started

I was lucky that my parents didn't see me going towards the bathroom, or else they would surely have scolded me and asked a lot of questions. Perhaps time didn't move when I left home, and perhaps time in the place where I was moving didn't move though I was no longer there. I didn't care about that anymore. If time wouldn't move, then it favored me, and if time would fly, it favored me too. Time was time, spending itself on everyone. It couldn't be seen or touched. It would only pass by and would never come back again.

The only thing I didn't want to happen was when the curse would consume much of my time because it could affect my whole life, my schooling, and the dreams I wanted to achieve.

After I took a bath, I dried myself with a towel, then wore my blue underwear, plain shirt, and black pants. I hung the towel back on the clothesline and got out of the bathroom. When I was walking to the kitchen, I saw my mother brushing her long, curly hair. It seemed like she was talking alon