Henry's Diary by Hung Danh Phung

21/1/2010

Total confusion, indeed! I remember not to do anything wrong to him. Or did I? I cannot tell. Well, was that considered as a profound insult for him? Understanding why I did not, he did not say anything, showing anger he did not, aggressive he was not. The next morning he came to school, for the first time I saw him showing great grief. An antagonistic feeling for him as he always laughed and smiled in a certain way. This kept on going for sometimes.

"Oh dear." I thought for a moment when he approached, glanced at me closely “Good morning" he said firmly. Surprisingly, for the first time I heard him saying “Good Morning” to me. I was very glad to actually see that he was not furious with me at all as he is an aggressive, violent chap.

At the end of school, I trod down the old path leading to my house. Suddenly, I heard sounds of shoes clicking on the path behind me. I turned and in my wildest astonishment I saw him running to me as fast as he could, finished with a fist into my belly. With a single shriek I fell down into the ground. He continued assaulting me with kicks and punches. How much painful I felt! Understanding him I did. My saying was with no intention, became an embarrassment for the young lad. His fury took control of him. “Help!” I cried out in distress. Once, twice, thrice… no one came. Fortunately, my classmates, who were stopping by at the old path stopped him just in time, prevented him from causing much more damage.

Many days later, I had to stay at home. Yes, indeed for my backbone was nearly broken because of the fall. He stopped by my house and said sorry for what he had done and hoped that I would forgive him. After the visit, he left… I forgave him.