And I'm back in time.
You’re going to switch schools.
I smiled, nodded and did my usual stuff.
The next morning, as I looked outside the windows of the school bus with beads of raindrops trickling at the sides, I asked myself …
Why is the sky crying?
Only then I realized, I'm crying with it.
The idea was unfathomable. No amount of reasoning was enough to alter mum’s decision. Dad tried to console me, to no avail.
They have their reasons.~ Then why won’t they tell me?Because we are kids.~ The sky is crying again.Don’t cry with it.~ I can’t....
8.44am Malaysian Time
9 comments:
Please don't cry.
Yoli :: Felt a little under the weather, though be rest assured that I won't. :)
W'salam,
Hajar
I love your blog!!!
Salam Hajar.
Don't worry, you'll find a new school would be another memorable venture. All the best to you.
I just love reading your blog and your writing style and of course your English, wow!
Mistika :: Cool~ Thanks. ^^
Kakchik :: W'salam. Welcome again~ ^^ Truthfully, that happened years ago. I'm much much older now and school was a thing of the past. Haha~ On the new school, I beg to differ. The experience was bad. :(
W'salam,
Hajar
Salam Hajar.
Well, looks like I'm ignorant then. I think I've read somewhere in your blog that you are working now but somehow I've missed that fact when i wrote that comment above.
W'salam Kakchik,
Ignorant, you're most definitely not. Reading tonnes of blogs does get us confused@forget the facts. At least, that's what I occasionally do. :)
W'salam,
Hajar
owh...those memories are precious..
They are. :)
W'salam,
Hajar
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