Stories of KK

I had a good feeling, a really good one. I ran downstairs, two steps at a time, to collect the mail, something I only do once a month if I can be bothered. There, I saw the magic red words: Professional Engineers Board. These are the words I have seen, annually, for the past four years. I bounded upstairs, waved the letter around, KK’s eyes widened and he retreated straight to the kitchen. I couldn’t bear it either. I cut the letter open and passed it to Day who had just come out of the shower with the words: Don’t say anything, Day, don’t say anything! Day, green bath towel wrapped around his wet body, unfolded the two sheets. He read. And read. Jo joined in the letter party. She read and read. I finally mustered the courage to whisper: Did Papa pass or fail? Both looked up. “I don’t know,” both said. I grabbed it. I still couldn’t bring myself to read it. I got up and went into the kitchen. I handed KK the letter. He took it and stared. He looked at me. Only then I read. Oh my God. W