It’s 7.40am and I am at my daughter Fazira’s new school, which happens to be her former school. She studied here 2003-2004, then went to her former school for two years (2005-2006). She had met some of her former classmates but she seemed a bit lost; it’s a bit like being in fast forward, suddenly your friends have all grown up too, doing their own things. Alim will be schooling here too, as soon as the wife can sort out some admission cock-ups she herself did by not consulting me beforehand. My two elder daughters, Hana and Iqa will attend the same school. Farhan will attend kindergarten near the house.
After this will be forking-out-money time. I’ll be a poorer man than I am now in about an hour’s time.
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