I glance at the clock, "One more hour...". My heart is beating faster than usual. I feel nervous. Anxious. But the good kind. I can hear noises outside my room: people chatting and laughing, furnitures moving, and sometimes my mother's voice asking the person in charge if everything is in order. I am in my room, sitting at the edge of my bed. I take a look around. The room is probably the nicest it has ever been. There is a bouquet of flowers on the side table next to the bed. My best friend is talking about something, but I am not sure what. I am too distracted. My sister comes into the room, "Are you okay?" "Yes" I smile. "I have to help Mak outside for a bit, I'll be back to check up on you soon okay" A few more people come into the room after that, "Are you nervous?" "Congratulations" "You look beautiful!" Then, my father comes in and I know what it means. He lo...
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