One fine morning

Last couple of nights ago, I was unable to get a good night's sleep.

I only managed to get my eyes properly closed at around 4 or so.

hence, I woke up at 10 am.

Not a good example.

I probably would've woken up later if it's not for the sound of kids in the kitchen. Only my parents live in the house, so it was a bit odd to hear it.

I went out of my room to check out what was happening, and saw my dad holding up a poster of human body and taught English to two of my cousins who are in their primary school.

Watching my dad teach English to them made me miss my students at my previous school.

How are you doing, dear students?

I miss you lots.

p/s: my dad's a better teacher than me. I must go "bertapa" with him and get some pointers.