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me watching my parents abandon me after looking at my results 
me thinking about how i could’ve studied instead
my mom crying over how even the pharmacist couldn’t read my writing
me trying to sleep tonight
flashback of what i used to see in class
me throwing my bag cus my fate wants me to deliver food
my family returning to me after realizing they have no one to get their sabzi and do their work
all the aunties asking “beta result kia bana?” even tho they don’t know my first name
my tuition teacher chilling after switching his phone off
all my classmates celebrating their grades
my quitting art because my parents said “isme kuch nai rakha”
