I slowly made my way through the passage that led straight to my mother's study, with my head looking down as if there were many people. I fixed my hoodie and took a deep breath for I understood that I was in deep trouble. Mother always called us to her study room if she was to discipline us.

Just as I was about 5m away from the vintage door that had tiger spots all over it. I raised my head, just to see an old man with his shoulders back and his eyes looking all around the door...