In the blink of my eyes, my youngest brother is now 12-years-old. Dad just fetched him for the registration of Identity Card. He soon will become teenager, like anyone of his siblings except for my eldest sister who will be a young adult by the time.
My heart shattered.
My heart has broken into many pieces. Some pieces I left it in the BIO LAB; some in the CHEM LAB; some in the class. We had a CHEM short test just now. Half-way doing it, I found myself weeping silently. If I ask myself why
I really dunno. I just know I'm heart-broken.
I saw the real him today. Why did he get to stick with every girl around? I thought I'm the special one, the one who is being treated fairly good and very differently from others.
I was wrong. Very very wrong.
I saw it, in the BIO LAB. The way he talked to Shob, touched her shoulder; the initiative to sit beside my friend to copy something; the way he offered to help my friend carrying her books; the way he helped my friend to keep her pencils back into her pencil case; the way
he never wait for me any more.
If it's last year, he would have approached me when he found me alone. He would have waited for me and walked with me all the way to any LAB. It's so different now. Because he made new friends, a lot of friends. Sometimes when someone gets to socialise, the old one will soon be forgotten. I'm the old one. Some day later, when he recalls everything about Form 6 life, am I the first person that popped out in his mind? Last year, in the first month of our schooling, nearly all my classmates boicoid him, but I was the only one who was being neutral and patient to him. Now, he has his group, I'm nothing.
For a million chances, I want to wipe you out.
My heart shattered.
My heart has broken into many pieces. Some pieces I left it in the BIO LAB; some in the CHEM LAB; some in the class. We had a CHEM short test just now. Half-way doing it, I found myself weeping silently. If I ask myself why
I really dunno. I just know I'm heart-broken.
I saw the real him today. Why did he get to stick with every girl around? I thought I'm the special one, the one who is being treated fairly good and very differently from others.
I was wrong. Very very wrong.
I saw it, in the BIO LAB. The way he talked to Shob, touched her shoulder; the initiative to sit beside my friend to copy something; the way he offered to help my friend carrying her books; the way he helped my friend to keep her pencils back into her pencil case; the way
he never wait for me any more.
If it's last year, he would have approached me when he found me alone. He would have waited for me and walked with me all the way to any LAB. It's so different now. Because he made new friends, a lot of friends. Sometimes when someone gets to socialise, the old one will soon be forgotten. I'm the old one. Some day later, when he recalls everything about Form 6 life, am I the first person that popped out in his mind? Last year, in the first month of our schooling, nearly all my classmates boicoid him, but I was the only one who was being neutral and patient to him. Now, he has his group, I'm nothing.
For a million chances, I want to wipe you out.
2 comments:
There's be plenty fish in the sea :)
Nice to have you here, Robert. Thank you! :)
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