Nostalgia

Did you ever remembered your first day at school. Yeah, that can of memory keep on flashing through my mind lately.

Fortunately, I can vaguely visualise the scene, yes I do. There I were, at my tiny table ,holding it tightly so as not to let it go,that's because another boy, besides me, wanted to reallocate himself at the very place I sat. The teacher was no where to be seen ,he was rocking my chair hard and I were shouting my head off then suddenly everything were quiet and there he was, I saw my father was outside the class room at the corridor waving a warning finger at my neighbour. After a while when we all had settled down, the boy asked "who is the Chinese man" and I said "No he is not he is my father".