2nd Day — Lost in Chalk Dust and MemorySecond day of spring.The sun was softer today.Not warm enough to melt old sadness,but kind enough to sit beside it.I was in class.Second row from the window.Maths — a subject that never made sense to me, just like most things in life.I tried to focus.The teacher’s voice sounded like distant thunder.Equations danced on the board,but all I could see were his words from yesterday…> “Even sadness can bloom.”And just like that, I was back on that bench behind the library.Back in that moment —when I wasn’t invisible anymore.I didn’t hear my name.Didn’t