A Little Girl and Her Dream
It's a story about a girl and her dream...
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She's just an ordinary girl, she has a little dream, may be not a dream but a hope.
She hopes she will not grow up so she will be a little girl forever. She's too afraid being an adult. She looks her mother every day, doing so many things by herself, it looks very hard for her. Sometimes her mother leaves her alone, playing with her dolls. She thinks like that "If being an adult have a same meaning with ignores someone then I won't become one."
She's just a girl who afraid being an adult. She looks her father everyday goes to the office in the morning, leaves her and her mother at home then comes back in the evening. There's no time for her and her mother. She thinks again, "If being an adult has a same meaning with leave your family in a whole day then I won't become one."
She’s just a girl who afraid being an adult. She looks her brother very busy, goes to the campus in the morning then goes back in the afternoon, does his homework until midnight. What a busy day it was! . This girl thinks again, “If being an adult has a same meaning with wake up until midnight for doing your homework then I won’t become one.”
She’s just an ordinary girl who has a little hope, she won’t become an adult. She hopes she will be a girl forever. She just an ordinary girl who wants be a girl….because she realize something…She is not a girl anymore.
Why did you cry?
It's a story, a
little story about one of my student. She's a student of elementary school, I
have been taught her for almost a year but I still can't understand what
she wants. She is very unpredictable, today she laugh tomorrow she will be
angry. I ask to myself, what's wrong with her or… with me? I still try to
understand her but when...I will reach it?
Another strange
thing happened when I taught her at his room, usually we have a class in the
guest room. There was no difference thing when I come and taught her about her
homework until in the middle of the class I saw tears was falling in her cheek.
I asked her, is she has a problem or not but she kept silent. I looked at her
for a while and thought what should I do?
Then she said
to me, “I am okay…let’s continue this stuff”
Until now I still
don’t know the reason why she cried at that time. Because of this case I
realize we are not being able to understand children one hundred percent.
Children are unpredictable but everything that they do… that’s a picture of
what they feel.
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