ππππ πI still remember the first day I went to school holding my mother's hand.π© I wore an uniform and shose and looked proud. Even though the brothers and sister welcomed us warmly.π Even so, I criedπ’ when my mother dropped me off at school. A lot of kids like me cried out loud as I wached them. πππππππ But, When the teacher hugged me and cried me.π I though she was another mam just like my mam. Then I calmed down. After that I recognized my friends and was playing well.π But for two or three days later, when my mother dropped me off at school, I stared to cry.π Thats how, I stared my school Journey.ππππ