A text from my brother

Charlene POV

‘’I believe that is all you need for school right?’’ I asked Zenobia as I dropped her in front of her school gate. It's been days since we returned from the orphanage home and Zenobia's school had resumed. We had spent over three weeks just training for the dance festival and it was not easy but I was glad that I got to make an impact in the children's lives. "Do you remember your books, pencils, and what else?"

‘’it’s the start of a new semester so I doubt if we would be doing anything today,’’ she told me and I nodded in response.

Right, it made me question myself on why I was acting like that. I was acting like her mother and I had thought that she was uncomfortable about it but Zenobia She was a great child and I doubt if those were her thoughts.

‘’Okay,’’ I waved at her as she came out of the car and started walking towards the gate but then she stopped and walked back. She knocked on the window and I wind it down. ‘’Anything else?’’ I asked her. I thought she wa