My mum was busy that day. She threw a big party, a kind of a banquet, where my grandparents, my dad and all my lecturers were invited. I remember one of them, the practical grammar teacher, wearing sunglasses. Actually, she was the only teacher I talked to. She seemed very kind; her voice was smooth and words (probably) neat. I couldn't see her eyes and her glasses told me nothing so I focused on her lips and the wry smile. Was it irony?
My mum was busy that day. She managed to prepare a meal (two different dishes) and speak with everyone at least for a while. I was waiting for my plate quite a long time and when I finally got it and saw a delicious-looking content, mum took it back from me and gave it to one of my teachers. It wasn't meant to be mine, she forgot about me.
I found myself outside, near the woods. I had been sent for something and I was to get back. The forest was lovely, dark and deep and I was to go through it. I imagined myself chased by a dragon and I started to run.
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