Friends and Enemies
When I was a little girl, I had been taught by parents and teachers that have to ALWAYS behavior nicely to earn love from ALL people. I remember this lesson but honestly to say, by that time, when I was about 3 years old, I did not understand why I have to earn love from ALL people.XX, the boy next-door, same my 3 years old ages, was always pinched on my cheeks, bit on my arms, or even on my face, to rob my cakes or my toys. BUT, as I had been taught have to behave nicely, I shared to him my cakes and let him borrowed my toys, but still, he kept to pinch on my cheeks and sometime bit on my nose… without knowing the reason why! I cried and he smiled!
Parents or/and teachers got angry with him many times, asked him has to behave nicely, but still, he enjoyed to hurt not only me but also other girls same ages, or even difference ages. I hate him! I did not want to earn love from him! Parents and teachers kept me and other girls away from him to avoid him made us girls hurt, but still, us girls being asked to behave nicely to him. I behaved nice but I did not understand why, really!
When I grew up a little bit, that was my 9 years old, I studied in the same primary school with XX. He did not pinch or bit or did anything to hurt me anymore, but he behaved nicely to me as if I were his very dear direct sister, instead. I behaved nicely to him too, we were nice to each other, life was full of peaceful.
Then, we went to the same high school. We met YY.
YY was terrible! He told me that if I don’t love him he would put dog-shit on my table! (He asked me to be his girlfriend when we were at 2nd semester of the grade 10!!). I thought that was a joke, but one-day, I saw a piece real dog-shit at my place, on the table! I reported him to teacher! The next day, I saw other piece of dog-shit at my place again! I reported again. No explanation from YY, but no evident proving he was doing that anyway. I had to clean up my place and XX helped me a hand on that, but that was really terrible. I hated YY. He was my enemy!
Then, I went to university, I received a letter from YY saying that, “you may not believe but I swear that I never put dog-shit on your table”.
That was a funniest letter that I had ever received, the dog-shit story was long time ago, and he was still remember.
Later, I heard from ZZ, a friend of me, saying that XX did its, not YY. How come! XX was my friend, YY was the enemy! But then, I tried reviewing things again… OH, yes, when the dog-shit problems happened, ZZ used to talk to me that he, himself, saw XX did its, not YY, but I did not believe. XX was so nice to me. He has no reason to do that. I asked ZZ, why that time you did not tell strongly that truth to the teacher? XX was nicer than YY to me by that time therefore I decided to keep silence with the teacher and told to only you! ZZ replied!!
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Its was long time, dog-shit story became memories to me.
XX, YY, ZZ, now, each has different life direction, YY is not quite success in business but has a nice family life with a beautiful wife. XX is quite success in business but his wife is totally a s… (that is what he said). ZZ is not single/not looking for, the only love of his life is drug, I heard!!
Well, such a life!
SOMETIMES, it’s difficult to identify Friends and Enemies.
Lunch time,
Ho Chi Minh City, Oct 06 2010.
Mimi
P.S. This is 100% TRUE story that had happened to me, neither irony nor sarcasm.
Comments (12)
Later…
OK, thank you anyway!
I haven't memories about my 3 years old...I don't know if I could speak at that time...
Actually, it's suffering if you trying to remember everything.
Sometime, I wish I would forget something,… It will much better, I guess…
what about the yellow? is gone that topic?