The next day, I woke up early to get ready and prayed. For the first time. I made sure I had the visual aids in my bag, as well as my notes. Today is the day. I won't repeat the mistake again.

I smell something delicious. Dad is already cooking our breakfast. So I went to the kitchen and helped him.

He was surprised by what I did. "Good Morning." I greeted him.

"wow. this is unusual."

"because .... today, I will report in our class. I prepared this day, so I can get good grades."

"Is that so? Good luck to you, sweetie. You can do it." that's nice to hear. I'm not good at starting conversations with him, but it felt so good. And I did not expect that he would support me. Something I have long wanted to feel and hear. I will keep this feeling in my heart, forever. 

"thank you, dad"

At 7 am, I left home. I said goodbye and left. There are only three of us when I entered the classroom. So this is what it feels like that you are early.

I picked up my notebook first and start reading. 

I did not realize that its already 8 o'clock and that some of my classmates were coming in.

I saw Ivo just entered. I greeted him, "Good morning" he seemed shocked of what I did.

But I turned my attention back to what I was doing. I have no time to waste.

Hours passed. Lesson, written work, performance tasks, quiz - there are so many things to do today. I even skipped the recess again.

I went to the library, to return the books I had borrowed. This is what have I read, time travel is a parallel universe, a fiction. And this is what the books say - we can not travel on time, and if travel is possible, certain rules must be followed.

What rules? I don't seem to understand what rules should I follow?

Or maybe a sacrifice? Can I really change my life here? If that's possible, then maybe I could change our future, a better one.

But if not, then maybe accept the fate? 

Geez, I'm confused.

I went out and go back immediately to our classroom. Cause Filipino is our next subject. 

We're being called by our teacher. I stood and carried all our visual aids.

I asked Max, which is my partner, to attached my visual aids, so that he could contribute something in this group and I started reporting. Everything went fine. I said the ones I didn't mention before.

*flashback*

"Why did you stop?" our teacher asked.

I'm so sweaty that time. I want to continue, but what should I do? I got distracted when they mentioned the code name.

They even murmured and laughed which made me more uncomfortable. 

The paper I was holding was already wet with my sweat.

We stood in front of the class for about five minutes. She got angry with us and made us go back to our seats. 

And because of that, we got 75 grades. It's ok with me. He got the same too. Ha! Serves him right. 

When I got home, I was really annoyed with myself, I prepared the reporting too much, but what happened? That time I yelled at him and stomped my feet. I lock my room and didn't eat dinner. 

I'm so selfish.

*end of flashback*

the reporting was over and I answered our teacher's questions. When the class is done, I went out to the comfort room and cried.

I cried with happiness. It was a success! So much joy is filling in my chest. I'm so happy, but my tears can't stop flowing. It's like a dream come true, having this kind of chance.

I need to go home early again and tell this to dad. I got a good grade this time. 

I go back to our classroom and listened to our teacher's discussion.

When the classes are over, Ivo came to me and asked, "Did you cry? Your eyes sore." 

"Really? Yea, but I'm okay. No need to worry." I pack up and ready to leave the room.

"Sadie!" someone called my name again. They should just call me by my code name.

Plastic. 

I left anyway and went to a famous school supplies store.

I bought sticky notes and good ballpens.

Even in this way, I can at least help. Dad's illness is not curable but we can help him.

Whatever happens, it will be memorable.

I paid at the counter and went home right away.

"Why are you so early today?" he greeted me.

"Of course, I'm not busy. By the way, my reporting is good. I got a 95 score."

He was happy with what he heard.

"Do you want a snack sweetie?"

"Yes."

sweetie. does he even know my name? or does he really want that endearment for me?

Before dinner, I did all the labeling while he was busy outside.

Every corner of the house, with sticky notes, I started in my room, in his bedroom, in the kitchen, in the bathroom and in the living room.

He was surprised to see those sticky notes when he entered the house.

"What is this?"

"sticky notes." I smiled. 

"You're making a mess again." he was about to remove the ones I hung on the door. "NOOOO" I shouted.

"Don't! Please give me a chance. First, you don't want me to work, you don't want to retire, now it's just a little mess? I'll clean and throw all of that in the next few days. PLEASEEE ~"

he does not seem to be convinced yet.

"Then I will throw those when our exam is over. PROMISE. I will clean these mess."

and finally, he says YES.

Dad and I ate dinner together. He also started telling stories over and over again. The doctor said it was one of the signs. We just let it go.

Then I washed the dishes. I received a text from my sister.

'Did you do it?'

I replied 'SUCCESS.'

She did not reply yet. My sister and I still have a lot to do. This is just the first step. We will treasure everything.