Chapter 663 Keep Moving Forward The inks in the water moved and twisted as they settled on another dream, another scene from his past that he had forgotten.
This time, Alex was inside a small room with shelves full of books and trophies to one side, and a large window on the other.
He was sitting on top of something and could see a desk in front of him. There were pens and markers in a glass, a bunch of files to the side, and a sign that said 'headmaster' next to a lamp.
Behind the desk was a man with round glasses and a thick beard. At the very least, this man was 40 years old.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Mr. And Mrs. Benton," the man spoke. "I… I don't know what to say, honestly."
"You can start by saying why there is a bandage wrapped around my son's head for now," Alex heard his father speak.
His father was currently holding him.
'So young,' Alex thought when he saw his father. He looked almost as young as in the last dream.
Next to him, Alex saw his mother. She too was so young and so beautiful. Alex almost couldn't believe how thin she was as well.
Then, he saw her face with fury clear in her eyes. She was angry.
Alex didn't remember seeing her angry. Sure, she would get annoyed sometimes and become serious when it was time for him to get a scolding. But never had he seen her with such rage.
'What happened to make her feel this angry?' he wondered.
"I'm so sorry that this has happened. These kids aren't used to seeing someone younger in the same grade as them. We… we didn't think that little Alex would get bullied by the older students. Please don't worry, we have punished them and let their parents know as well," the headmaster said.
That was when Alex put together where he was. 'This is the school?' Alex thought. Because of how far away the school was, Alex's father had taken him out of it to home-school him. So, he never really remembered his time at school.
'I was also… just 5 years old, wasn't I?' he thought.
"We told you," his father's calm voice spoke. "We insisted that you don't send Alex up a grade and instead keep him with his own peers. But you didn't listen, did you?"
"And now my son is hurt because of you. He is bleeding from the forehead."
Despite looking calm, his father had rage in his voice too.
"I'm so sorry about that. That was our mistake. I will suspend the other children if that's what you want," the headmaster said.
"I don't care about what you do to the other kids. I simply want you to immediately transfer him back to first grade again, so he can study like a normal child," Alex's father said.
"That's… that's a little hard. Alex is too good for his class. He understands everything about his subject. Trust me, it will be better for him to skip class."
"He's already starting to show how good he is at second grade's subjec—"
"Stop it," Alex's father said. "If you won't transfer him to his appropriate class, then we will take Alex out of this school."
"And go where?" the headmaster asked. "This is the only school in the area. The nearest other one is 2 hours from here. You will have to waste 8 hours a day just to get your son to and from school."
"We don't have to take him to any school. We will home-school him. My wife used to work as a teacher in the city, so she knows how to do it well," Alex's father said and stood up.
When he did, he hulked over the Headmaster, giving him a small fright. "Let's go, dear," he said and walked out.
The entire time there, Alex's mother said nothing at all for she feared all the curses she would throw at the headmaster for letting a bunch of older students bully her 5-year-old son.
When they returned back to his father's old truck, his mother finally took him and caressed his head.
"Does it hurt, Al?" she asked softly.
"N-no," Alex once again heard his voice come out even though he didn't speak.
Alex chuckled a little as he heard the pain in his own voice. 'Why was I trying to hide my pain? Did I want to look strong like father?' he thought.
Suddenly, his father slightly pressed on his wound. "Ouch!" Alex cried out and tear filled his eyes.
"See? It hurts," he said with a slight chuckle.
"What are you doing?" his mom cried out, but his father ignored her and looked at him.
"Listen son, you don't have to act like it doesn't hurt. You can cry if you want. All you need to do is not let the pain take you down."
"As my father used to say, whether you are beaten or hurt, you let that pain go through you, change you, and then you stand up and keep moving forward," his father said.
"Keep… moving forward?" the little Alex asked.
"Yes," his father said.
"What are you telling to a 5-year-old kid?" his mother said.
"Uh… right. My bad," his father said and started the truck. "You want to get some snacks on the way, son?"
"Yes," the little Alex shouted in happiness and the small truck moved.
Even as it did, Alex was left behind as he saw the family of 3 move on without him. And soon… they disappeared once more like ink on water.
When the ink resettled once more, Alex found himself standing in the midst of a lot of people. He was maybe a couple of centimeters smaller than what he was at the moment.
'Oh, I grew,' he thought. When he looked around, he recognized the place.
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