Waah! I cry.
“Shut up!” shouts my mom.
I turn dead quiet.
She fetches my bottle.
She rocks me to sleep.
I wake up to go to crèche.
I cry as my mom walks away.
“Time to sleep!” shouts the teacher.
I can’t sleep, I start chatting.
Baam! Goes a hand against my hand.
“Don’t talk!” shouts the teacher.
I hate crèche.
Teachers hit.
Babies wail.
Moms complain.
I am glad that I am in school now.