Praying hard.
Flashback. Sec 1. 100metres final. Just seconds before my turn to move towards the starting line. I bowed my head and prayed that i’ll do well in the race.
I was a nervous wreck then, and everyone, everyone on the spectator stand could tell i was praying. I came in second, if i didn’t remember wrong.
After the race, everyone was asking me why i was praying on the tracks!
Today, i pray that all will be well, that the day will be good, and everyone will be fine.
I can’t bear to think of anything else.
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