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THE HANDKERCHIEF
(That is the keepsake of people love each other in my country)
In competetive sport of our school, you became champion in a long way running. There a beautiful girl gave you an hankerchief to dry sweat dripping into your face. But you bantered "let sweat make me cool". After that, you turned a side to your friend and whippered something. The friend of you came and said to me: "Do you have a handkerchief? Let it offer to Mr C to wipe his face. Except you, he said he couldn't receive from another women's". My heart missed a beat. I had an old hankerchief in my briefcase but I only wanted to give you the best to be therefore I said: "I'm sorry I haven't". The friend returned and replied to you what I said. Instead of being drunk of victory, you took up your hand to wipe your sweat. Although you didn't say a hard word to me, I felt a little death in my heart.
You didn't know, the day after, I myself made a beautiful hankerchief by my hand. In the handkerchief, I embroidered a couple of young birds. The one perched on the branch of tree to look forward to her sweetheart returning from a long way. Her sweetheart expected to meet her with full of his love and expectation. And I hoped that I could give my handkerchief to you in a certain day. But you never asked me about the handkerchief one more time...
I didn't know why I pushed you away. For this reason maybe I was too conceit or I had no way to express my love for you. At that time, I thought the decent girl must be to control one's love for the time she could marry. So I tried to be noble. I gave you up. And I treated yourself as if I considered you a stranger. And for you, you sometimes angried me about that but I pretended that I didn't know what happened to you. After graduated from high school, I didn't returned the old school as I promised. And you understood that I refused the last chance to meet you. From that day on, you felt tired of thinking of me.
On my home way from Ho Chi Minh city to Long An province, I by chance met you in flood season. In the distance I saw you look like looking forward to anyone. You was surprised to face me. After the question of greeting, I hastyly said goodbey to you because I realized there a beautiful girl called you and came running to you. You was embarrass as if he made a fault to me because you thought I felt sad when seeing your girlfriend. In fact, I hurriedly went to my home instead of talking with you long because I was afraid of you realized there hid sorrow in my eyes when I knew your love for another girl, not me. My soul was empty like the rice field in the flood season when I saw you and your girlfriend walked away hand in hand happily.
The rain evenings in the dorm, I took out my handkerchief which embroided a couple of young birds from my briefcase. I pulled out all the threads and began to embroidered again with new threads. My dream about a couple young birds always side by side never came true. Therefore, my handkerchief only remained one young bird with blue eyes seeing forward to the enormous sky...
THE HANDKERCHIEF
(That is the keepsake of people love each other in my country)
In competetive sport of our school, you became champion in a long way running. There a beautiful girl gave you an hankerchief to dry sweat dripping into your face. But you bantered "let sweat make me cool". After that, you turned a side to your friend and whippered something. The friend of you came and said to me: "Do you have a handkerchief? Let it offer to Mr C to wipe his face. Except you, he said he couldn't receive from another women's". My heart missed a beat. I had an old hankerchief in my briefcase but I only wanted to give you the best to be therefore I said: "I'm sorry I haven't". The friend returned and replied to you what I said. Instead of being drunk of victory, you took up your hand to wipe your sweat. Although you didn't say a hard word to me, I felt a little death in my heart.
You didn't know, the day after, I myself made a beautiful hankerchief by my hand. In the handkerchief, I embroidered a couple of young birds. The one perched on the branch of tree to look forward to her sweetheart returning from a long way. Her sweetheart expected to meet her with full of his love and expectation. And I hoped that I could give my handkerchief to you in a certain day. But you never asked me about the handkerchief one more time...
I didn't know why I pushed you away. For this reason maybe I was too conceit or I had no way to express my love for you. At that time, I thought the decent girl must be to control one's love for the time she could marry. So I tried to be noble. I gave you up. And I treated yourself as if I considered you a stranger. And for you, you sometimes angried me about that but I pretended that I didn't know what happened to you. After graduated from high school, I didn't returned the old school as I promised. And you understood that I refused the last chance to meet you. From that day on, you felt tired of thinking of me.
On my home way from Ho Chi Minh city to Long An province, I by chance met you in flood season. In the distance I saw you look like looking forward to anyone. You was surprised to face me. After the question of greeting, I hastyly said goodbey to you because I realized there a beautiful girl called you and came running to you. You was embarrass as if he made a fault to me because you thought I felt sad when seeing your girlfriend. In fact, I hurriedly went to my home instead of talking with you long because I was afraid of you realized there hid sorrow in my eyes when I knew your love for another girl, not me. My soul was empty like the rice field in the flood season when I saw you and your girlfriend walked away hand in hand happily.
The rain evenings in the dorm, I took out my handkerchief which embroided a couple of young birds from my briefcase. I pulled out all the threads and began to embroidered again with new threads. My dream about a couple young birds always side by side never came true. Therefore, my handkerchief only remained one young bird with blue eyes seeing forward to the enormous sky...
