My first day of school.
When darkness faded away.
When birdcall woke me up.
The new day started, as usual.
But I will never forget that day.
The day I first went to school…
It was a sunny day of the fall.
Everything seemed pleased and positive.
I fallowed my dad’s steps, jumped and sang happily.
Because I knew I will go to school.
Although it was just a kindergarten.
There were a lot of feelings in my heart.
I was curious, nervous and desired.
Looking at the elder guys playing on the ground.
Hoping I can join them.
Then I saw my first teacher in my life.
A young plump lady.
After a short introduction of each other, I had been a
student of her.
I let my dad go,
tears had already in my eyes.
But I did not cry.
Class began. People sat on their own seat and chatted with
each other.
Except me.
Things were the same at the break.
I watched them playing far away, hoping next class comes
soon.
I was lonely, whole day.
“How was your school day?” dad asked me?
“great.” I answered.
