By George, age 10
“Seriously!!” I shouted at Mom. I was nearly bursting into tears. “There goes my dream of going to England” I muttered under tears. I could hear drumming in my ears as I stared down at the floor. Mom looked at my shocked face. I felt betrayed in a way, all my cousins, aunties, uncles. The old school I went to. I could hear my ears silently whistling in a dream of where I was supposed to be. I knew in the back of my mind that it wasn’t going to happen but my body kept pushing for that thought to come through. I could not fully process this at first but the glistening tears in my eyes did. Why why why!! I thought to myself.
Suddenly I felt a stroke of deep courage to stay strong and that is exactly what I did. I fought back the tears and said to myself on repeat that I would be able to go next year. I went to the bedroom and sat down slowly still having an urge at the back of my head to cry. Before I felt like I was covered in rain but now I think I have got an umbrella protecting me from any bad thoughts.