After running around doing things they finally decided that I had proven myself thus warrant an honour. I stood there waiting to be officially handed the certificate and while doing so, scrutinised the blue passport-like certificate that was in a classy leather document holder. I made a few comments on the item.
"Don't complain, just come here and receive your certificate," a voice reprimanded me softly. I looked up. It was the dean, officiating.
He handed me the certificate formally and he stooped down for a hug. It was warm and comfy, the belly fat was really pleasing. We let go and I made a few comment to the other official.
And then I woke up and noticed the ample time for the 7am class. After such traitorous dream, how could I sleep in?
I miss my dad.
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