late one afternoon, i was on my way home from school. i walked slowly along the street with my head drooped. the scenes on both sides of the street were beautiful, but i had no interest in them at all. i walked and walked, thinking of what had happened that day.
just a few minutes before the second class began that afternoon, i was asked to go to the teacher’s office. i heard my teacher talking to my mother with anger.
how could you dare to go to see a film this morning without permission? mother said at the top of her voice, slapping me in the face heavily. i look at mother, dumbfounded…
i walked more slowly, for i had seen my house ahead, where mother was always standing at the door, smiling at me, at this time every day. but now, she wasn’t there. my heard was beating faster. i even didn’t dare to open the door for fear that mother should beat again.
not knowin