The carefree promise of two innocent children, both true and false, false in words but true in the stiff pinch of hands and joyful smiles together.
The happy years have passed, and we entered middle school together. Because the school is far from home, both my family and I are allowed to attend boarding school at the school. We can only go home every week until the weekend. It was those years that made me both sad and resentful of him, and his mischievous and naughty nature grew bigger and bigger. I had to patch his shirt again and again and again and again and again and again, and he kept showing himself on the pitch for all the teenage girls to jump on, even the name "golden ball" was carried away by it. but I would love to watch him kick the ball, fast gliding feet, sweat, and super nice goals. So when she was in middle school, she became the school's football idol again, and I was still a gentle girl who was good at taking care of the team, always participating in all the team's work, and of course participating in competitions. cultural performances like any other year. We are both busy with our passions and hobbies, we don't see each other nor talk much, but every weekend she waits for me at the girls' dormitory and drives me home, and we cycle back together. back home, through the familiar village road now covered with flowers.
"There's a butterfly, run after it"
Sitting behind me, I yelled and punched him in the back, prompting him to chase after the butterfly ahead. It was as if the road home was suddenly filled with laughter and was not far away. Our friendship is the same, although we are no longer together, our hearts are always towards each other.
"I'm in the house"
"Ah Bi, I have something to tell you." Seeing that he seemed more hesitant than usual, I stopped and looked at him with a questioning look.
"What"
"Oh well, come over to my house for breakfast tomorrow and I'll say it, now go see your parents, you must miss your baby haha" as if suppressing the worry in my eyes, I know how to calculate it, so I don't ask questions, just smile back
"You also worry about going home, see you tomorrow"
Leaving the car, quickly ran into the house to see my parents, how much I missed them during the past week, but as soon as I got to the door, I heard a loud quarrel.
“Can you not be so unreasonable?”
"What about me, that man eats and drinks all day, what does this house eat, I don't want to live with him anymore, I've had enough with him for a long time, now Bi is big Then, I don't want to play with my children."
"Okay, I don't want to live with you in this house anymore."
"Let's get a divorce"
"Okay. "
Tears fell like bursts, I pitifully cried out: "What are you talking about?"
"Baby is back" when my father saw me, he was very worried, he ran to hug me, but I pushed him away
"Tell me, I heard wrong"
"I didn't mishear. Bi, I don't want to hide from you anymore. We may have been divorced for a long time, but because of you, we lived together, now that you know, I won't hide it from you anymore." My mother still had a gentle gaze, but her voice was as cold as ice, cutting the pieces in my heart, aching.
"Why is that?" I cried as if someone had stabbed a sharp knife straight into my heart, that was the first time I knew what it was like to have a broken family, to suffer a child.
"I heard my father."
"No, I didn't listen" opened the door, and I ran out of the house, crying while running. All that night I did not come home, nor did I know where to go in the dead of night, unconsciously I came to the most familiar place, the cliff behind the stream, alone looking at the water on the bright moon.
"Bi" this boring voice can only be it
"How do you know I'm here?"
"Your parents came over to the house to ask if I had seen you... Me, I know about your family."
"Um" in my heart suddenly sour, a little embarrassed, even though we grew up together, but Chan Phong's family is very warm, his parents are not often at home, but they are always very caring. and love each other, in addition, he has an extremely beautiful and talented older sister. But my family is different, the sound of quarrels and fakery surrounds us every day.
"You still have me, don't be angry with your parents, maybe adults have their own suffering"
"Um"
"Why don't you cry, pretend to be strong with me, why be ashamed of me"
I couldn't help it anymore, I burst into tears again, and that same arm wrapped around my shoulder, comforting and peaceful like when I was 5 years old when a male friend grabbed my hairpin, it came out. the magnanimous hand took it back to me, patting me on the shoulder and comforting me.
And then I also accepted the truth, facing it no matter how painful it was, hiding was no less beneficial, a few days later, the news that my parents had separated was spread. all over the small countryside, ended living together, only I was left alone in the midst of public opinion, greetings, but actually curious to talk. At the same time, my world gradually collapsed when I received a gift box and a piece of paper from Ha Tien's childhood.
"Phong sent it to her" I find it strange, why now give me gifts, why don't come to see me but ask Tien, it's impossible to understand.
"Thank you, but why did Phong give me a gift?"
"Oh you don't know, Phong he went to America"
"What?, go, go to America"
"That's right, but you're a close friend, why don't you know, maybe Phong told me only because I'm important," said Tien, and walked away.
'Because I'm important' haha then I'm not important to her, she wants to go I'm nothing she has to tell me, nothing, everyone abandons me, everyone goes away from me, again it felt like someone stabbed a sharp knife into my heart, but this time I was stronger, I didn't cry like a baby, didn't scream, didn't show sadness, on the contrary, I was happier, play and especially savor gradually. After that, it was a series of days of dropping out of school and hanging out with my 'gypsy' friends, but I was still very lucky, and still had close friends beside me. Why when The people who cursed me wake up and know that there are still many good things in this world, there are still many people who care about me, and they have been by my side until later. Happiness is found during the day, but sadness always comes every night, I hate it, for breaking a promise to me. Just like that, a 12-year-old child lives alone in a small house, receiving alimony and care from relatives every month. Sometimes, my parents will take turns staying with me, but I know they also have their own jobs, so the number of times I am alone is not too small.