I hope to escape my dog life too, My parents just want to get rid of me in general. Being a chill and methodical person, my mother would never say anything to you unless you asked. That day was Wednesday, I poured all the energy I had in my body, really prepared, walking tens and hundreds and thousands of rounds in the house, and after deciding that nothing would help, then went down and told my Mom that I wanted to drop out of tenth grade, I didn't know what I wanted to do but it was definitely not going to school. I said a lot, the words just spouted out of my mouth, about how I believed that if I didn't have to waste my time going to school everyday learning things that I would eventually forget, I would really understand myself. Whatever I need, I can know who I am and who I want to be. I say, talking about this is really not a spontaneous thought but something that has been here for too long, just the process of arranging words in my head into words takes longer, I thought.
You have to understand, listen to this paragraph, you might think: Oh, why is that so, how can I say that, how can I disagree, not expecting myself getting hit ... But more than that: My family, nobody ever talks to each other. In the same narrow house on the old town that sometimes for months, my Dad and Mom wouldn't see each other. We signed a silent agreement in silence, as long as no one got involved in trouble, or I didn't humiliate my Mom and Dad publicly, we didn't need to argue. That year my parents absolutely did not know what school I attended, which class, which teacher, my maids went to all ten years of the parents' meeting. Yet I, at the same time, whistled out of the way, feeling the feeling of drunkenness with a person on the side of the road feeling empty.
My mother looked at me, wordlessly, grabbed the phone and walked slowly downstairs. The sound of sandals slipping down the stairs, deadly silent house that it still occasionally haunts me. I am now an empty child left in my own empty house.
That day was Wednesday. On Friday, my mother called me in and said, "I have given you a student visa to study in Singapore." She packed my clothes on Saturday, Mom bought some instant noodles on Sunday, and on Monday I boarded the plane. She must have been preparing this for me for a long time.
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Lỗi - Error 404 English Translation
No Ficción"Finally, my autobiography book, Error 404 is out, after 2 years of work. It actually took me only 6 months to write 99% of the book, but couldn't write the ending for a long, long time. I wrote a book about a child who was sexually abused, unhappy...
