Chapter 5: Quiet Thoughts

The afternoon sun is hot.
I sit at my desk in the classroom.
The teacher talks, but my mind is far away.

I think about the morning.
I think about the time I read aloud.
My heart was fast.
My hands were cold.
I was afraid.
I wanted to hide.

I hear Tuan’s laugh again in my head.
It makes me small.
It makes me weak.
I ask myself, “Why did he laugh? Am I stupid?”

Then I remember Ms. Hoa’s smile.
Her eyes were kind.
Her words were soft.
“You can do it,” she said.
When I think of her voice, I feel strong again.

I also remember Minh’s whisper.
He is my friend.
He is always near me.
His words make me safe.
And Linh… she surprised me.
She said I read well.
No one told me that before.
Her eyes were bright.
Her smile was real.
I feel warm when I think of it.

I look at my book.
The words are hard, but they do not scare me now.
I want to try.
I want to be better.

I close my eyes for a moment.
I tell myself:
“Yes, I can do it. I am not weak. I am learning.”

The bell rings again.
Class is over.
I put my book away.
My mind is still busy, but my heart is calm.
The day is not finished.
My story is just beginning.


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