Today 31st May 2011, two in the afternoon I was at Zaman Library waiting for Chhay Hak and Meta to go somewhere with them. I said; it is a raining, but they still ignore my sentence. I saw the rain in the other region but arrive our region soon. I don’t like raining seasons and I hate being wet in the middle of the rain. I feel more comfortable and warm at home or in the car when there is raining. My friend, Hak said to me today, are you salt that melt because of water. I’m not salt that melt because of water. However, I’m the one who afraid walked through the rain and made myself wet because of rain. There is the story behind, and I’m going to share this story:
In 7th grade, there is a classmate studied at Chinese school with me. She also studied at Khmer high school at the same grade with me but different class. I often walked with her when leaved school as her home is at the same direction to mine. I liked to walk with her even though it rained, and it was fun. Although I, my text books, and my note books are wet, I still wanted to walk with her through the rain. As time pass by, I began to change. I’m not walked her home anymore in 8th grade. I have other friends, and I enjoyed riding their motors. I was foolish or crazy to leave that girl, and I would never knew that it was the end as I have no second chance to walk with her in the rained.
In 7th grade, there is a classmate studied at Chinese school with me. She also studied at Khmer high school at the same grade with me but different class. I often walked with her when leaved school as her home is at the same direction to mine. I liked to walk with her even though it rained, and it was fun. Although I, my text books, and my note books are wet, I still wanted to walk with her through the rain. As time pass by, I began to change. I’m not walked her home anymore in 8th grade. I have other friends, and I enjoyed riding their motors. I was foolish or crazy to leave that girl, and I would never knew that it was the end as I have no second chance to walk with her in the rained.
After 9th grade, I leave my Chinese school also Khmer public high school to an international school. I began to miss that girl, but I still forgot her when I met new friends. One occasion that I shocked when I received a message from my old friend, he told me that the girl had died. In the age of 18, she died because of cancer. Now, I realized that I miss it; there is no second chance, for me to walk in the rain with her. So this is the reason that I hate walk through the rain because I don’t want to walk alone, and I’m going to miss someone.
This is not involved to any of my opinion that I want to share, but this is an ordinary story about me and a mysterious girl, and it’s the honest story I want to share. It all about the feeling I have toward rain.
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