Afternoon, after school, I walked again on a familiar path, where I and An, a close friend of mine, had so many memories, happy and sad. But perhaps the memory of An teaching me to ride a bicycle reminds me forever ...
That day, An lived with his grandmother who lived next to my house, because An was a girl, so we became close to each other easily. An is a very lovable girl who smiles and is much better than me. A has brown skin with short staggered hair that makes her strong. I love An in strength - An has never cried!
Every morning, An would come over to my house and pick me up at school. It's not that my house doesn't have a bike, it's just because I can't ride a bike. Just like that, An drove me for several years. Until the last days of elementary school, which was a weekend, I stood and watched without seeing An come. So I went over to An's house to see if she had overslept or not. At home, An's grandmother said that An had already gone to school. I started to feel hot inside. And I walk to school with anger. Maybe I was a spoiled girl when I was a child, so I often get annoyed when things don't like me. Now that I think about it, I am too much !!
In the class, I went to An immediately.
- An! Why did An not pick Chi in the morning? Let Chi walk with pain !!
A remained calm and said with a stern expression:
- In the future, An will not take Chi anymore! Expenditure is big but still small. Tomorrow morning, An will show Chi ride his bike!
An said that much and then went out, I couldn't say anything. The next morning, An started to train me to ride. I was very shy, so when I got on the bike, after two or three rounds I fell. Just like that, I couldn't take it anymore, I started to cry.
- If I don't practice anymore, it hurts !!
- If the pain falls in the fall, just cry, after crying, get up and continue. Otherwise, it will fail forever.
Now An's statement made me more motivated, I started practicing more cycling ... And then I succeeded. That day I went to An's house to show off my results. However, I was surprised to learn that An's parents took An to Hanoi. I do not believe in the truth anymore. Only then did I understand An's saying "I won't drive Chi to school anymore" ... I stood still, tears suddenly falling.
Today, although each of them is everywhere, I still cannot forget An's the silhouette. Although it is only a small memory, it will forever be a memory - a life experience in my life: "When it hurts, you just cry and cry, just get up and continue." Now, somewhere, An is also thinking about me