The school bag (how the life hits)

The call from the school teacher.

As I walked home from the cricket ground, I felt a mix of emotions. I was happy that I had played cricket, but I was also worried that my dad might find out that I had bunked school.

When I got home, I went straight to my room and started drawing a sketch. But then I suddenly remembered that my dad would be coming home from work soon.

I quickly got up and ran to the washroom to wash my face. I wanted to look like I had been studying all day, not playing cricket!

After washing my face, I came back to my room and opened my school bag. I took out my books and started studying. I even started solving some math problems that I had already done before. I wanted to make it look like I had been paying attention in class.

As I was studying, I heard the sound of the door opening. My dad had come home from work! I heard him coughing a little, which he always does when he comes home.

I quickly got up and went to greet him. But when I saw him, he looked really tired. I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there.

My dad went into the kitchen and put down his bag. I followed him and stood outside the kitchen, waiting for him to talk to me.

As I stood there, my dad suddenly asked my mom to give me a glass of water. But then he turned to me and said, "Didn't you get your homework done?" I quickly replied, "Yes, Baba." I didn't want him to suspect anything.

I then excused myself and stepped out of the house to go to the nearby shop. My Baba had asked me to pick up a packet of butter for him. As I walked to the shop, I couldn't shake off the feeling that my Baba might find out about my skipping school.

When I returned home with the butter, my Baba wasn't there. I looked at my mom and asked, "Did Baba talk to you frankly?" I was hoping that my mom would cover for me, but instead, she looked confused.

Before my mom could respond, my Baba walked into the room, looking serious. He had been praying, and now he looked like he had something important to say. He looked at me and said, "Muneeb, I have been thinking that you are a good son to have, but I wasn't expecting this much." My mom looked frozen, unsure of what was going on.

She asked my Baba, "What are you talking about?" My Baba's expression turned stern, and he said, "He bunked off school today. I got a call from the school teacher saying he wasn't there." My heart sank, and I knew I was in trouble.

I felt extremely embarrassed and ashamed. My face turned bright red, and I couldn't look at my parents. I felt like I had made a huge mistake, and I was scared of getting in trouble.

It was like my whole body was on fire, and I couldn't calm down. I felt like I was going to get in big trouble, and I didn't know what to say or do. My mind was blank, and I just stood there, feeling awful.

My parents were looking at me with disappointment and anger, and I knew I had let them down. I felt like I was in big trouble, and I didn't know how to get out of it.

I felt really sorry for what I did, so I apologized to my Baba and mom. I said, "I'm sorry, Baba. I'm sorry, mom." But they didn't say anything. They just looked at me with sad and disappointed faces.

I felt even worse because they weren't talking to me. I wanted them to forgive me and talk to me again. But they just stayed quiet, and it made me feel even more sorry and regretful.

I stood there for a while, waiting for them to say something, but they didn't. Finally, I slowly walked away, feeling sad and sorry for what I did. I wished I could go back in time and do things differently.

I went to my room and sat down on my bed. I felt really bad and sorry for what I did. I was thinking about how I could have been more careful and not skipped school.

After a while, I heard my mom coming into my room. She sat down next to me and put her hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her, and she was smiling a little.

She said, "Muneeb, why did you skip school today?" I looked down and said, "I don't know, mom. I just didn't feel like going."

My mom sighed and said, "You know you're not supposed to skip school. It's not good for you, and it makes us worried." I nodded, feeling bad again.

Then my mom said, "But we love you, Muneeb, and we want to help you. Let's talk to your Baba about this, and we'll figure out what to do." Now again, feeling a little better.

My Baba came into my room, but he didn't say a word to me. He just looked at me with a disappointed face and then left. I felt terrible. I wanted to say sorry and explain, but he didn't give me a chance.

Hours went by, and my Baba didn't talk to me. I tried to say sorry again, but he just shook his head and walked away. I felt so bad that I had disappointed him.

The silence was hard to bear. I wanted to talk to my Baba and make things right, but he wasn't talking to me. I just had to sit there and wait for him to forgive me.

I felt lonely and sad. I wished I could go back in time and not skip school. I promised myself that I would never do it again. I just wanted my Baba to forgive me and talk to me again.