I wanted nothing more than to disappear.
It touched me deep inside myself. My eyes filled with tears before I could hold them back.
I was on the verge of a breakup when the music stopped. The DJ looked up, perplexed, and then moved away from the cabin.
Our manager, Mr. Bradley, stood in the center of the room, a microphone in his hand.
“Before I continue the party, I have something important to say,” he said.
All eyes turned to him. And all the people who laughed two minutes before remained completely still.
All the faces of the room turned to him.
M. Bradley looked at the entire room before speaking. The room was completely silent; no music, no whispers, just the particular silence of a crowd waiting.
“I’d like to take a minute,” he continued, “to tell you about the dress Nicole is wearing today. »
“For 11 years, his father, Johnny, took care of this school. It was late to repair the broken lockers so that the students would not lose their business. He sewed the torn backpacks and made them discreetly without leaving a word. And he washed the sports uniforms before the games so that no athlete had to admit that he could not afford the laundry fee. »
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