The night before my school's eleventh anniversary, my dad came home with some papers meant for me. Of course I was asleep by then, dad usually comes back home from work around 10'oclock. It was no big deal. Work had taken almost his entire time, so much that I thought it could even swallow him anytime soon.
The papers he brought were from my uncle, the administrator and second in command of my school, and I was to read them at the event. But little did I know, I was about to be struck by heavy waves of the sea.