IT WAS ALL A DREAM
by John Christian F. Iglesia
It was just like any other day. I was on the school bus, rid- ing past mountains, valleys, and fields of lush greenery. When our journey ended, I hopped off the bus and walked all the way up to my classroom. Along the way, I would be greeted by teachers, staff, and fellow schoolmates whose smiles have always been glowing. When I finally made it to the classroom, there I met my classmates - my happy pills, my treasures, my everything. We spent the whole day together. Whether it would be studying, laughing, crying, or even singing, there was never a dull moment. These people have been my family. My home away from home. That’s how my dream went. I then woke up with a jerk, and I started crying. It was the most horrible sinking feeling. That reality I once lived in, where no sickness was looming, and life was just nor- mal, will now be kept in the chambers of my mind.
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