Chapter 8

Angelica

Setting on an alarm I went to bed early yesterday night and woke up at 6 in the morning. For a change I did not have to stitch my tattered uniform or press my ragged clothes. I need not have to worry about the time and scolding I would receive from our principal for going to school late that I spent in stitching my old rags.

I don’t have to fret about the pending bills my mother has to pay during the month or the late night shifts that she would take up only to fill the dishes on our dining table. I need not be anxious about my late school fees. Thankfully for the difference, everything felt refreshing and right at place.

Yesterday I saw an image of my mom in my dream. She was smiling at me with so much happiness and gleam in her eyes. Her lips no longer looked pale and dry and there were no black marks under her eyes. She looked beautiful and at peace. It felt like her soul now rests in peace after years of assiduousness. She was right in