After school ended, Ramon came to pick his daughter up. In fact, it had become a routine for him recently.
He observed her forlorn expression as she got inside the car, and a frown slowly appeared on his face, his words etched with fatherly concern.
"Did something happen at school today? Were you bullied?"
Leila immediately shook her head, her chin resting on both her palms, and her elbows propped on her bag, which was placed on her lap. "No, I am not..." She sighed, and just as Ramon couldn't take it anymore, she added slowly, "We had a test today. I got a total of 899..."
"Really?!" Ramon's eyes lit up at her score, but then he couldn't understand why she seemed unhappy until he heard her continue.
Leila had already taken out the snacks provided for her in Ramon's car and tore one open, eating it slowly.
