I was going to question his decision, because it was stupid and just…wrong. I raised my voice. “You can’t do this to me!” Mamma quickly pulled the curtains round the bed and told me to be calm. “How can I be calm? You’re making me cross. It was you two who wanted me to come to Silver Spires in the first place. You said I had to improve my English…” “Yes, you’re right,” said Papà. “And that job is now done. You speak English wonderfully well. Better than we had hoped for.” I wished I hadn’t said anything about English now. “But it’s more than just the language. It’s the whole…culture. That’s what you said. I remember.” I felt close to tears, because I didn’t have enough arguments. Not ones that Papà would listen to anyway. This had to be a terrible dream that I was about to wake up from. He was nodding.
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