tiny tragedies

Tiny tragedies

The day of PSLE results. Me, my auntie and grandmother went with iz to get his. All the boys were walking around the hall, chatting and running about for a long time before the principal came. A whole wall of parents stood behind the boys. After the whole hall ceremony we went to the classrooms and it was hot and sticky and awful there as all the parents from 2 classes squeezed in one corridor peeking in through tiny windows into the classroom making gestures to their sons. It was FUNNY. Trying to show numbers. It was also ridiculous. My auntie stood at the window watching him not wanting to look at her while my uncle came later and pressed his body against the door watching his son covering his reddening disappointed face with his paper. He didn't get 262 as he wanted, and was upset and angry and fiercely disappointed. Said his results were very lousy and warned us not to tell anyone. It was sad seeing him caring to an unreasonable crazy extent. And the other cousin was sighing over the phone, disappointed with what he got, asking me to guess. Lovely children bearing so much upon their hearts on this terrible day.