Friday, February 20, 2009
To Miss Abraham
The sun arose in the chilly morning, a sharp voice pierced into my dreams. "Wake up! It's six!" It was the voice that I've heard all my life, the voice of my mother, the mother who took care of me for thirteen years and eleven months.
As I stepped into the bathroom floor, the reflection lay on the mirror, it was me, an ordinary girl who lived a lonesom life. This is how it all started, from early hours of the morning to late noon. I've never failed to be early for school, never failed to be in the class I should be. I've never failed the trust of my mother, I was always in a place where learning never stops, a place where it changed my life.
As I wonder around the third floor, I've always thought of things that happened in the past. Have I done wrong or have I not? Every single thing of the past went through my mind like a river flowing fast. At last Iwent to my class, a familiar place that I've always been in. I took a book and went into the hall, where the mother of the school is waiting for her children to sattle down.
I sat down silently with my class, wondering why was she such a wise lady? How did she get all the knowledge that I don't have? I looked at her quietly, amazed yet afraid.
She began the lesson by telling us a story. A story of how a girl treated the poor boy, a story that taught about love and kindness. I was deeply touched. I listened to her meaningful speech as other children chatted among themselves. Then, she said something that deeply carved onto my heart, it was about how we didn't have a choice to be how we look like or what race we are. Many were racist and yet they didn't have a choice to be what they are pr how they look like.
I listened to her when she asked a question, a question that I knew so well. I ran towards the stage with two other guys running pass me. They were too fast, I couldn't catch up. I wanted to answer her but I thought I didn't have a chance. Just then, she called me to the stage. But why me? Was it because I was the odd one out emong all the boys? Or was it because I was the slowest? I stood beside her, feeling very awkward in front of all the children. I looked at her and saw her smile as she begin telling them my character. I never thought that I was as good as she described, because in my mind, I was nothing but a weakling. I was nothing but a little seed waiting to be noticed.
I was speechless, and smiling at the same time. I looked at her and she handed me the microphone. I answered her question quickly with a shy soft voice as I just wanted to get away from the stage, away from the gossips of those who are looking at me.
I handed the microphone back but she pushed back to me and told me to repeat with a more confident voice. So I did what she said. She smiled and handed me a box of chocolate then I return to my place. As I walked, I thought of all kinds of things. Why did she praised me? I sat down quietly again, looking at her. Just then, I realised that I should be a better person. I must change my real self within me to be like what she said. I must cut all my bad habbits and walk in the path of God. I musn't stray away and be like a wilting flower along the roadside. I have to be strong, and be like her one day.
From then when I went back home, I sat here at this very spot. I typed this story to her, because I know that I am not alone anymore. Becuase I know that my life will change for the better. Because of her, Miss Rachel Abraham, I will be a better person. There is no word in the world on how I can express my thank to her, but to write it out and tell the world that I love her. Now all I can say is "thank you".
Thank you Miss Abraham. May God bless you always.
♥Angel
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