Pay Back
I was 12 years old and admitted to a boarding facility in Murree. We belonged to Lahore and lived in a posh area. My father had an export business and usually stayed abroad. He would spend very less time at home and therefore sent me to a strict educational institution to keep me disciplined. I hated him for one day only. It was a cold Sunday morning of the month of March when I was dropped by my parents in the boarding school. We had started travelling at night and reached the school at 9 am. We were served with hot breakfast in the dining hall and it was not long before my father announced to leave as he had to catch a flight at night. I started crying and did not let my mother go. My younger sister who was only 10 also held me tight. Seeing our hue and cry, my father promised me that he will come back after three months to take me home for summer vacations and then it will be totally up to me whether I return to this place or not. It made some sense so I let my family depa...