late one afternoon, i was on my way home from school. i walked slowly along the street with my head drooped. the scenes on both sides of the street were beautiful, but i had no interest in them at all. i walked and walked, thinking of what had happened that day.just a few minutes before the second class began that afternoon, i was asked to go to the teacher's office. i heard my teacher talking to my mother with anger.how could you dare to go to see a film this morning without permission? mother said at the top of her voice, slapping me in the face heavily. i look at mother, dumbfounded…i walked * slowly, for i had seen my house ahead, where mother was always standing at the door, smiling at me, at this time *ry day. but now, she wasn't there. my heard was beating faster. i *n didn't dare to open the door for fear that mother should beat again.not knowing what to do, i sat on the ground near the door, blaming myself for what i had done. i was lost in deep agony.suddenly a soft hand patted me on the head. i looked up, seeing mother standing beside me. i couldn't * crying, mum! tears rolling down my cheeks. __
