14-08-2017, 12:27 PM
It was like a lecture room. The lecturer walked in with two children. One strapped at her back, the other walk beside her. As she passed by me, I noticed she had a blood stain at her Chest like someone who had been stabbed! She simply made her way to the blackboard and started writing. However, the child by her side started crying and I had to pick her up, pet and ask why she is crying. She reply she lost her biscuit on their way in. I promised to get her another and took permission from her mom. She said no problem but I shouldn't take the kid with me. I went to look for the biscuit and took my bag along for safe-keeping but it appear like all the kitchen staff where on strike or holiday.
I had no other choice but to look outside the school premises. On getting to the gate, the security won't let me out but I insisted I had a lecturers permit and even drop my bag as a show of faith that I won't be going far or up for mischief. I was eventually permitted as I ran out, bought the biscuit with various attractive wrap and ran back, took the stairs back up and present the biscuit to the kid. She was very happy as well as her mom and myself.
I had no other choice but to look outside the school premises. On getting to the gate, the security won't let me out but I insisted I had a lecturers permit and even drop my bag as a show of faith that I won't be going far or up for mischief. I was eventually permitted as I ran out, bought the biscuit with various attractive wrap and ran back, took the stairs back up and present the biscuit to the kid. She was very happy as well as her mom and myself.
