The next day, I couldn't bring myself to go to school. With exams looming just three weeks away, missing out was the last thing I needed. The recent events had taken a toll on me—I was moody, quiet, and couldn't focus on anything. Mom advised me to take a break from the stress, so I spent the day eating and sleeping.
By Tuesday, Mom arranged a family outing to lift our spirits. We had a great time together and managed to momentarily forget about everything, especially Dad.
Wednesday marked my return to school, and I struggled through classes, realizing how much I had missed in just two days. I was relieved when the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day.
"Hope you won't be missing school tomorrow," Jude asked as we stood outside, waiting for our rides.
"Of course I won't. I have already missed a lot of schoolwork these past two days," I assured Jude.