My name is Primary school. I do have a lot of children. Every day I used to chill with them. They wail before coming to me in the morning, but once they reach me they do forget the outside world. It was my pleasure to bear with their monkey business. I used to witness mini-wars between my children for slat-pencils.
Everything was fine enough. Not every path is clear, my unimpeded journey came to halt. As a result of the deadly virus throughs its clutches my doors were closed. My premises wore a desert look. Reportedly my children were prevented from reaching out.
Even though my staff was taking online classes for which I am against. I don’t think they can understand without me. In these trying times, I feel the pain missing them. I hope they are also eagerly waiting to give a come-back. Where ever they are, I want them to be busy doing in their own business.
I request their parents to just let them spread their wings. Obviously, every struggle will have to come to an end. Those days are very near. My children will be back with much enthusiasm and much-updated causes to have mini-wars.