I'm sorry abbu, I can't give you the benefit of the doubt. I just can't. Life is so uncertain I can't make a promise to you I can't keep. I don't know if I will pull this off. This HSC and admission tests after. This whole thing scares me. I'm sorry. I can't. I hate study you know that. I love to sleep. I love listening to music and I love not to study at all. This is me. Please abbu. Don't hate me, Don't get mad at me. I will try not to fail you. I promise I will try.
“If I had a camera," I said, "I'd take a picture of you every day. That way I'd remember how you looked every single day of your life." "I look exactly the same." "No, you don't. You're changing all the time. Every day a tiny bit. If I could, I'd keep a record of it all." "If you're so smart, how did I change today?" "You got a fraction of a millimeter taller, for one thing. Your hair grew a fraction of a millimeter longer. And your breasts grew a fraction of a—" "They did not!" "Yes, they did." "Did NOT." "Did too." "What else, you big pig?" "You got a little happier and also a little sadder." "Meaning they cancel out each other, leaving me exactly the same." "Not at all. The fact that you got a little happier today doesn't change the fact that you also become a little sadder. Every day you become a little more of both, which me...
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