It has been a month. In a blink of eyes, here comes the month of April. April Fool’s Day. Every year, it has been a day full of fun and mischief. Yet, nothing is the same anymore. No mood, no inspiration. It is just another plain, dull day.
I suddenly remembered an incident during my primary 3. I am the first batch when PTS is first introduced. I vaguely remember that only a girl named Duga had managed to skip primary 4. However, nothing in life is a bed of roses. She has her own fair share of suffering. When she first enters the primary 5, she was boycotted or even bullied, verbally at least. She did tell us that life wasn’t rosy at all.
I used to be angry with those seniors. Does she deserve to be punished for being excellent? And yet, 7 years later, I did the same thing. A new, intelligent girl came to my class. And … I did the terrible things that devil will be proud of. I did feel some pang of guilt back then, but I just brushed it off. Till now.
Tears of grief have stopped flowing. But the lord of guilt just won’t budge. The war has just begun.
I don’t know when will the war be over. But I truly hope that, next time, whenever I think of her, I will be smiling instead of grieving. I am looking forward to that day.
I suddenly remembered an incident during my primary 3. I am the first batch when PTS is first introduced. I vaguely remember that only a girl named Duga had managed to skip primary 4. However, nothing in life is a bed of roses. She has her own fair share of suffering. When she first enters the primary 5, she was boycotted or even bullied, verbally at least. She did tell us that life wasn’t rosy at all.
I used to be angry with those seniors. Does she deserve to be punished for being excellent? And yet, 7 years later, I did the same thing. A new, intelligent girl came to my class. And … I did the terrible things that devil will be proud of. I did feel some pang of guilt back then, but I just brushed it off. Till now.
Tears of grief have stopped flowing. But the lord of guilt just won’t budge. The war has just begun.
I don’t know when will the war be over. But I truly hope that, next time, whenever I think of her, I will be smiling instead of grieving. I am looking forward to that day.
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