I'm Fine... but Disappointed
Sorry about the previous post. I'm absolutely fine right now. There's no life-threatening issue anymore. I'm happy and well. I was just too emotional about it all so it kinda went out of hand for a while but I'm perfectly fine!
Well yesterday, my school had a special day. The students all over Malaysia is given 'RM100' from the government for our school expenses (well, that's the original purpose). So, that includes me. I was supposed to go onto the stage with my father to receive the donation from the school but UNFORTUNATELY my father wasn't there. I was the only kid out of five kids to go on stage without my parent. I can't help but feel disappointed at my dad. I mean like, really? After all kind of stuffs happened before, he still on his usual behaviour. Couldn't he, at least, be patient and walked with me on stage? It was as expected out of my dad. As I said before, he never disappoints me in the matter of disappointing me. I guess, he would stay that way forever.
After that, the students are instructed to go to our own classes to receive our RM100 personally with our parent. As expected from my dad AGAIN, he came to receive the money when there were nobody else inside of the classroom other than me and two of my classroom teachers . At that point, I've already gave up. When people asked me where my dad is, I told them that he ran away from the school. I mean, that's what he did right?
In the meantime, I spent my time talking to Teacher Maslinda in the next class with a few more students. That day, her purse was stolen and RM300 was missing from it. I was filled with rage at that point. Who could be stealing her money? I love that teacher so much because of her patience and I can't believe that there's a student that willing to do something like that to her. Maybe that's the kind of test that ALLAH gave to her. To test her patience, no?
Anyway, I have no desire to prolong this story since I'm started to feel sleepy now. Goodbye!!
P.S. I'm writing 'Rachel Archer' right now and I'm loving every each moment of it! I wish that time would stop and I could continue writing my story forever.
Well yesterday, my school had a special day. The students all over Malaysia is given 'RM100' from the government for our school expenses (well, that's the original purpose). So, that includes me. I was supposed to go onto the stage with my father to receive the donation from the school but UNFORTUNATELY my father wasn't there. I was the only kid out of five kids to go on stage without my parent. I can't help but feel disappointed at my dad. I mean like, really? After all kind of stuffs happened before, he still on his usual behaviour. Couldn't he, at least, be patient and walked with me on stage? It was as expected out of my dad. As I said before, he never disappoints me in the matter of disappointing me. I guess, he would stay that way forever.
After that, the students are instructed to go to our own classes to receive our RM100 personally with our parent. As expected from my dad AGAIN, he came to receive the money when there were nobody else inside of the classroom other than me and two of my classroom teachers . At that point, I've already gave up. When people asked me where my dad is, I told them that he ran away from the school. I mean, that's what he did right?
In the meantime, I spent my time talking to Teacher Maslinda in the next class with a few more students. That day, her purse was stolen and RM300 was missing from it. I was filled with rage at that point. Who could be stealing her money? I love that teacher so much because of her patience and I can't believe that there's a student that willing to do something like that to her. Maybe that's the kind of test that ALLAH gave to her. To test her patience, no?
Anyway, I have no desire to prolong this story since I'm started to feel sleepy now. Goodbye!!
A Girl who has her Ups and Downs in Life,
Liely
P.S. I'm writing 'Rachel Archer' right now and I'm loving every each moment of it! I wish that time would stop and I could continue writing my story forever.
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