I used to hate tuition, I dreaded going to tuition. Everyone loves the weekend cause they could go out with their friends but no, not for me. No matter how many times I changed tuition centres it would always be on the same day, Saturday. Oh how much, I cursed and swear deep in my rotten heart, staring outside the window in my mum's car on the way to my new tuition centre, controlling every angry I had in me and thinking about the world at war, being destroyed and creating chaos. I finally arrived hell, being the only 7 year old boy in class, I felt awkward.
So I did what I normally do. I went to the back of the classroom, sat at the last row corner seat and started staring at the clock, waiting for time to pass. 5 minutes had pass and I was dying to leave, I couldn't go to the toilet anymore cause I assume it would be very suspicious since I already went 4 times. Suddenly, a dark figure covered the light-bouncing clock on the wall. I looked up and saw a young lady, I thought I was in trouble even though I didn't do anything but its a normal reaction for a primary two kid. She sat beside me and opened my workbook, no one ever gave me much attention before.
Soon after a month or two passby, I realise I didn't dread going to tuition anymore in fact, I was happy and always looking forward to it. I loved the attention my teacher was giving me. It felt like she was my best friend. On a Saturday morning, I woke up by the sound of smashing. I got scared, wild thoughts like murder started running through my mind and I blame the scary shows I watch late night with my parents. I opened the door, hoping to catch the attention of the robber, I slowly walked down the stairs thinking I was in a James Bond movie.
The noise came from my parents room. It broke my heart to see them fight so badly but at the same time relief that they were both alive. My dad drove me to tuition this time, I didn't dare ask about mum cause I knew he was still mad, I could tell by his eye brows, they always look so tense when his angry. When I reached the classroom, I smiled so wide that I look like a cat. That day was the day I regretted something of my whole life. She sat beside, I could smell her sweet perfume she never fails to spray everyweek. I asked her, " Do you love me?" She replied, "Well of course, Merriweather." My heart danced with joy. I asked with curiousity, "Will you adopt me?" She stared at me giving me the most worried look I've never seen before. "Did your parents say they did not want you? Because I can help you by reporting to the salvation army" "Nono, they didn't" "Okay then why did you ask that question" I didn't answer, I was thinking of what she asked which was a very good question, why did I suddenly ask her if she would adopt me? Did I not love my parents? I'm sure I did in my head. But what about my heart?
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