Independent life is a precious experience in my life. A child 12 years of age but must live away from their families and deprived of parental love is indeed lonely and sorry for such a child. My father taught me that there would come a day my father was no longer in this world anymore, and that's when I'll have to choose and decide for myself. It is the saddest day for a child to leave their homes love to step into the life of a society really as no parents next door.
In my father's which moved me to Saigon to study at a private school. Everything seems new to me. A child born and raised in the village, how to understand all of the urban life. At that time I just tuck them in high school and did not know anything about life in Saigon. I felt scared and asked for my father back home. Unfortunately, when my father did not agree and I had to squeeze in a dormitory. Then what I need to help families that are unable to decide for themselves something. But rightly so, because a child is only 12 years old, it can not do anything. I then felt very scared because around me are strangers and people from places I have never been heard.
At that time I realized that a new environment awaits me and before me are enormous challenges. First day of school has come and I started living under a urban style. I can not play the game that every day I used to play with friends as kite flying, shooting marbles and go swimming in the river-esque romantic countryside. Everything around me at that time were the computer, the car of the urban look how beautiful it is.
When the teacher entered the classroom while she was introduced on the first day of school, then you in class kept looking straight at me with a look made me uncomfortable. Yes, my skin is darker than them because they are sitting in their air-conditioned room playing on the computer and I was back. I have fun with my friends and play in the sun heating the traditional games because we did not have computers as we city people
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