He was 5, but still lack of the intelligence that a child deserves. He was lonely, living in his own world, setting up a glass wall between him and others. He thought he was abnormal. Maybe he was, obviously he was. But, his parents treated him as a normal child, with lots of care and love. He had difficulties in learning. That's why he couldn't speak even he was 5, not calling Daddy or Mommie. He longed for a normal life, being an active boy, playing soccer under the hot sun, quarreling with his sisters, going to the kindergarten and having fun with friends. He had no friends, everyone loathed to talk to him, because they thought he was a DUMB. Was he an unfortunate wretch? No, he isn't. He is no longer a poor little boy, since the day he tried his best to write a little A, in a awkward and shaky way. Yet, he deserved the triumph. Tears of excitement and hugs from parents.
A small story, tells me persistence pays off. :)
Smile. Memories start flickering my eyes. typing this in gloomy silence, and finally, i finished my english assignment. same as the little boy, writing in shaky way. Why? I've no idea.
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