Epilogue

The moon is starting to fade as darkness recedes light replaced the surroundings putting an end to the hazy and dull atmosphere.

The chickens cackling their throats off. The sun pinned in between the window sill. Warm light is starting to flash through the clear glass.

Plop.

Plop.

Birds pooping at the roof are starting to make an alarm as sounds of thuds is starting to create an uproar.

Ahhhhh!

A man screamed but the voice was muffled because of the window covering the outside.

Still screaming the man opened the window and the scream of a lion broke the silence.

Startled by the cry the birds that had taken nesting on the man's roof in a flock started to fly out one after another.

The mans scream started to gradually lessen but the anger on the man's face is still evident. It is clear that he is not impressed at what the birds did, to the point of him yelling.

"Stupid Birds!"

He then threw a stick from god who knows where towards the birds that si starting to form a 'V' formation for migration. Even though the man knew that it was useless to do the things that he did, he still continued as a way of venting his anger.

Inside a small house.

Hearing the screaming, my eyelids twitched. I slightly opened my eyes and drowsily tried to get out of bed.

Creeping towards the edge of the bed I sat up and closed my eyes for a moment. Rubbing my eyes, I started to wipe my saliva at the my cheeks that already has been dried up. Slapping myself I got up and got unto the bed.

Walking towards the window, I opened it and peered through outside. Specifically I turned my head to the right and saw the man who has grumpily surrendered to his fate. He sighed as he resigned through the tragedy and slowly walked back away from the window closing it, as he is afraid that the smell will get in his house.

Seeing the man's misfortune I sighed and shook my head. I then raised my head to look at the sky that is still not fully light up. Closing my eyes for a moment, I chuckle afterwards, thinking back to the man's reaction.

It is quite funny and also is sad if I was on his feet. I mean it. Like, bird migration is dependent on the changing of season and seasons only change four times at that. Who would have thought that the migrating birds made a toilet out of the man's roof, if you think about it four times a year and you get that one time out of all the houses, of course you'll feel bummed.

Closing the window, I did so as the wind may carry the 'poopy' odour inside my home, then proceeded to the kitchen.

I prepared my breakfast and ate it while it's hot. Then, I washed up and proceeded to the bedroom. Opening my closet a black and white uniform hanged from the rack became visible.

I blanked out for a bit as I started remembering that I am finally fulfilling my parents dream.

Having that thought brought smile to my face as I quickly changed into it. Looking at the mirror I practiced the suaveness that my dad left me, as I posed in front of the mirror. It's weird but it brings warmth into my heart.

Having finished my morning routine, I got out of the house without forgetting to lock it.

Creak.

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After walking about ten minutes.

A big gate greeted me and I dosed off.

Despite my surroundings already started to get busy I am somewhat lost in my own little world as I am feeling a big relief and a sense of accomplishment that I can be proud of.

'Something that I can say, a gift, to my parents.'

I thought as my I eyes started to moisten but I suppressed my coming urge to cry. Not because of sadness but because of joy. An indescribable joy!

Sensing the presence of the gate I noticed something, with my eyes closed. It emitted an air of superiority akin of that to a lion. It brings pressure to the people who enters it making them docile.

Going out of my thoughts I focused on the gate and its presence especially at the aura it emits.

Turning my head around me I saw people with the same uniforms as me passing through that gate seem unaffected.

I sighed.

'I guess it is just that I'm nervous... '

Shaking my head, I proceeded to take my very first step into the College.

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Oh by the way the reward I got from the head of the 'bastards' is what I used to buy the small house that I dwelled. It may not amount to much but buying a house and a lot in the capital is expensive especially when it is near the commercial area and school as where my humble home is situated.

It's a good thing that its already mine and don't have to pay rents for anything.

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My parents dream.

My dream.

Our dream.

Our memories together will forever be in my heart as I will always relive through it keeping them close to my heart.

The experiences we had gone through together...

Will forever be remembered as at those moments I am always,

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"Reminiscing"