“Bring your parents for the parent’s weekend.”
“Ok, Mr. Kim!” they said in unison.Fifth-grade students in the classroom were excited to bring their parents and show them to their friends and teachers. was the only student who hesitated to answer it. Every year, I struggled to do so
It was passed dinner time as the construction site of animal shelter had no light source other than the dimming bright sun. I felt insecure but soon it blended with happiness as I realized that the next day was a holiday - no work. Soon, a light ray blazed through the darkness and struck right into my chest. My manager, Lily.
As we head home together, listening to the chorus of nighttime chirping and cheeping, my life was already detached from the construction site and the dogs. As the tempo of the song stayed the same throughout the course, I was expecting nothing but the aroma of various food that I enjoy as it waits for my arrival.
At the age of 12, I moved to Canada. When it came to school and learning, I was never the same kid; I became painstakingly shy - couldn’t stare at one’s eyes. I wasn’t myself, and I was always afraid. The most significant challenge was that I stuttered. In English class, especially, my teacher - Mrs.s Bartell - would have to enunciate a word for me multiple times.
It was the sophomore year when I just came back from feeding starving children at orphanages of Boracay. I was shocked to hear that there were starving individuals even only 5 minutes away from our school. Fortunately, I could get permission to make a club -- Welfare Club -- that delivers the abundant unconsumed lunch meal at our school to them, and I regularly continued the service every afternoon. And Hwa-Ja, a youthful in spirit and beautiful individual in the neighborhood, was always there to greet me before I even arrived.
“Have you thought of your birthday present yet?”
I stop daydreaming and immediately think of the question my aunt Christine asked me. I am in another mesmerization. Last year she got me a brand new walking robot. I have in mind the new edition of Nintendo DS or an iPod Nano. When I was there until first grade, we all lived in New York: my aunts’ families live in Manhattan, and I lived in Long Island.