A Blessing in Disguise By Rohaina Dansal Photo by Ma'am Grace Torion The bright stars were about to flee but would be back again to give hope in the dim starry night. The majestic sun has awakened, and the fluffy clouds started to unveil their lightness from the atmosphere. The birds sang mellifluously, creating melodic tunes. The roosters crowed, trying to awaken the folks in reality. The wind placidly raged, making the leaves of trees dance along with their natural gentle motions. It was an exquisite, ideal morning for every creature except for some, particularly, the senior high school students. I spent most of my life with students. That’s why my heart felt a sense of cozy connection with them, though they break my heart sometimes. It’s 7:00 AM, and I come early again before the students. I know they’re rushing on their way to reach school. I know they always get holdup from this perennial traffic in the middle of the city, that’s why I can assure you that some of t...
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