Sixteen years passed by from a day at the end of October in the year of monkey. I have had many changes. From a stunted kid, now I become a healthy high school girl thanks to my mother’s tender hands and the protection of my father. But the real change only came to make a new me just nearly 2 months ago, it was a terrible event.
It was a scorching sun noon. That day, I dragged my feet to go home in a depressed mood. Holding the mark chart of the last semester tightly in my hand, I was transfixed and I even didn’t want to cry: I was at the last position of all students in my class. I felt that thin paper was as heavy as thousands of pounds...because I knew how much sad and disappointed my parents would be. I can’t help thinking about my mother‘s eyes dimmed with tears. I wasn’t strong enough to cope with that horrible sight; I decided to write a letter enclosed the mark chart and left home. I wandered through all streets in my beloved city with a friend of mine and then came to sleep at one of my classmates’ house. The first night far from parents, from loving house was as long as a century. I tossed about sleeplessly all through the night with indescribable feelings. I was lost in thought of myself. At the thought of my mother, I compassionated her a lot. Why did she have a daughter like me? A resplendence sensation was full in my heart. I