My right hand was trembling again today. The others saw it. I hid it under the table, as they pretended to look away and busying themselves over nothing.
It won't stop, the trembling. And I had to continuously squeeze my hand and held it tight, trying as I can to make it stop. But it won't.
Tears were forming and they started to notice. No one moved though, and I was glad.
So I did what I can do best. I slammed my hand hard on the table.
Everyone looked. I laughed and said there was a cockroach.
They gave me a nervous smile. Eyes still checking my hand.
It stopped trembling.
So I stood up from my table, beamed a big smile and walked out the staff room.