So long.
My beloved shoes.
They had finally died.
My sport shoes.
After 5 solid years.
I am sure i will miss them.
Today, i went jogging with my mum and dad.
In fact, not only did i jogged,
I played badminton with my dad.
It's exhausting to play with him.
I should have known.
He plays badminton twice a week.
Of course he's a zillion times more better than me.
And i thought at least i can win some rounds, how naive.
We went for breakfast after that.
When i was on my way to the restroom,
I suddenly felt that i stepped on something.
Feeling a little of apprehensive,
I looked down, and saw the lower layer peeling off the upper layer of my shoes.
I felt hurt.
This pair of shoes had been with me for five years.
I can still wear them.
I remembered pestering mum to purchase a new pair of shoes as this pair had served me long enough.
I kept pestering her, feeling agog.
However,
When the time my shoes had finally announced the end of their services for me,
I can't bear to let my mum throw them away...
Maybe this is the feeling i would have when we graduate from high school eventually.
It will be torturing.
I know things come and go.
But it's natural to feel the way i felt, isn't it?
I guessed when the time comes,
I will take a deep breathe,
get a grip of myself,
and then move on.
I know i can do it,
But i doubt i can do it without shedding tears.
My beloved shoes.
They had finally died.
My sport shoes.
After 5 solid years.
I am sure i will miss them.
Today, i went jogging with my mum and dad.
In fact, not only did i jogged,
I played badminton with my dad.
It's exhausting to play with him.
I should have known.
He plays badminton twice a week.
Of course he's a zillion times more better than me.
And i thought at least i can win some rounds, how naive.
We went for breakfast after that.
When i was on my way to the restroom,
I suddenly felt that i stepped on something.
Feeling a little of apprehensive,
I looked down, and saw the lower layer peeling off the upper layer of my shoes.
I felt hurt.
This pair of shoes had been with me for five years.
I can still wear them.
I remembered pestering mum to purchase a new pair of shoes as this pair had served me long enough.
I kept pestering her, feeling agog.
However,
When the time my shoes had finally announced the end of their services for me,
I can't bear to let my mum throw them away...
Maybe this is the feeling i would have when we graduate from high school eventually.
It will be torturing.
I know things come and go.
But it's natural to feel the way i felt, isn't it?
I guessed when the time comes,
I will take a deep breathe,
get a grip of myself,
and then move on.
I know i can do it,
But i doubt i can do it without shedding tears.


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