In The Hollow Of His Hand
My First Trip Ever
The new semester days went by very quickly. All I could think about was the trip. I gladly attended lectures too.
“What is the source of this your joy?”
Dianne asked me one day when she caught me swaying around the room.
“Nothing in particular?” I replied.
“It can’t be nothing. Who is the guy?” She asked.
“There is no guy.” I replied casually.
“You would have to tell me the source of this joy else, I would disturb you.” She said.
Upon hearing this, I had to give in because her disturbance wasn’t nice.
“Okay fine…” I began.
“Now you are talking…” She said as she dropped her iPad waiting to hear the gist.
“I am excited about the mid-semester trip…” I said.
“What about it?” She asked.
“Well, if you must know, this is my first trip alone and the first time I would be away from home and school.” I said.
“Oh I understand. Don’t worry; I would make it worthwhile and memorable. I would also introduce you to my brother and we would have lots of fun.” She replied reassuringly.
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…