我的信箱有三封信

USB里的文件很乱很乱，花了20分钟理出了个头绪。

找到了这一篇文章，我term one english assignment. 拿了班上唯一的A。

因为那是真的故事，用真的心写的。

It’s autumn and obviously it is colder. Summer has just ended. It seems like just yesterday that we celebrated the first day of 2011, and here, we are, jumping into March.

I have been here for almost two months, 45 days, to be specific. Prior to my arrival, time had  passed unevenly. Leaving my hometown, my beloved friends and family to study here has had a significant impact on my life. Memories start flickering. Suddenly, I have the urge to write a letter for you. That’s why I’m now scrawling on a piece of paper, writing something for you. You, the recipient of this letter, my memory.

Dear memory,

               I know you are packed with everything I have ever experienced. I know your size is infinite, having lots of rooms for me, to begin every new chapter of my own book, named LIFE.

I don’t know why I am here. My parents’ decision? My dream? I have no real idea. What I can recall is when my mother told me I would leave before SPM. WHAT?! I was staggered. I had been putting in so much effort,I had started my preparation for SPM after my PMR in form three. And now, I’m not going to sit for the examinations, the most important part of my secondary school life. I was trying to say ‘NO’ but somehow I knew I couldn’t. I had no option but to accept this decision.

I didn’t tell my friends before our final exams of Form Four. I kept it in my heart. As my best friends and I were chit-chatting or playing, I would feel a twinge of disappointment. I was going to leave them soon. I tried so hard to stick with them everytime I was at school; tried to text everyday; tried to chat on the phone everyday. I needed those moments for ‘you’, my memory, and for me.

               September, October, November…

Time crept by slowly. My friends were oblivious to the mood of melancholy that descended on me. Perhaps, I kept it deeply in my heart, so deep that nobody would notice. Perhaps, to them, I was still the girl who was a little crazy, who never pulled a long face. Until the last day of final semester exams…

I can vividly remember that the last paper was the Add Maths paper. It was the  last test paper I would have in my secondary school, SMK Chung HuaMiri. It was the last paper I would sit with all my friends! And my beloved teachers! The moment before I handed in my Add Maths paper, I was still trying to check my working solutions, but somehow, I could not concentrate. I held the paper with trembling hands and sat in gloomy silence. ‘You’ disturbed me. ‘You’ appeared, I could think only of ‘you’. My eyes were brimming with tears; I tried desperately to hold them back.

You showed me everything, every moment I had enjoyed with my beloved friends. Suddenly, I lost control of my emotions and burst into tears and hugged my best friend. There was no crying scene recorded by ‘you’ before this, right? This was the only one. My first cry in 2010.I poured out everything after that. For a few minutes, they stood in shocked silence. Nothing much to say, all of them gave me warm hugs. How many hugs did I get that day? I can’t remember. Can ‘you’? What I do remember is how their warmth melted my heart.

Then, there came the farewell parties, lunches, presents, shopping, cinemas, special handmade cards and lovely conversations. ‘You’ are keeping those moments for me, aren’t you? I am so thankful that I have ‘you’.  The day I left, I received many text messages from friends and relatives. Unfortunately I could not meet up with them before I departed. On the plane, I didn’t cry. I promised my friends I would not cry. We would meet again someday. To be honest, I was so pleased that my family came with me, I was not alone and of course, I had ‘you’.

I had never had to imagine life without my family. This was the very first time we would be apart. We stayed together for one week before school started. I appreciated every moment of it. ‘You’ hold all those moments- I helped my father to iron his clothes; I helped my mother to do massage; I played the childish games with my brother and sisters, which I had never done before. They sent me to my new home, my homestay and we waved a final goodbye. How hard that was, to say goodbye to those I had been with for my entire life.

I was leaving my parents who had take care of me for sixteen years. I can hardly describe the feeling. ‘You’ should know it. We all must learn to be independent but, I was forced to be independent. Leaving family, it hurts, especially when ‘you’ appear to remind me of them. However, what could I do? I was given the privilege to study overseas. I was definitely grateful. After all, I have the chance that many of my friends crave. I do appreciate it and I must study hard and get good results to reward my parents.

And so to my life here. I cannot forget the purpose of being here. ‘You’ will never let me! I am here to seek knowledge and learn to be independent. I absolutely, without a doubt, felt so stressful during the first week of school. I couldn’t adapt to the new study style which differs so from Malaysia. I had nobody to tell, except ‘you’. ‘You’ brought my happy moments back: the sweet reminders from home all came flooding back. I was driven by a ferocious determination after that. I told myself I must go through this hardship. Life is not hard. It is simple. What I need to do is to persevere. Persistence always pays off.

 If ‘you’ ask me how my life is so far, I would tell you, I’m enjoying it. I left my hometown and came here for my future, striving for my dream. This is the prominent part of me, for this girl who is turning seventeen. This event may possibly change my future. I need ‘you’ to know this as the way to understand me and help me to carve them in my heart.

From,

Your owner.

             

I fold the paper and put it in an envelope. I write the address. To: The lovely you in my deep heart. Even if after years, the letter rots, those moments will remain in my heart, never to be forgotten.

引用的格式是我写关于文娱晚会经历所用的格式。那时候华文老师说我们必须写一篇关于文娱晚会的文章。我想：我给回忆写封信怎么样。
那篇文章就叫做，给记忆的一封信。
这一篇叫做，A letter for you.

最近我的信箱收到了封信，打开，还是不打开呢？
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