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THE HAPPY ENDING THUY TRANG T. TRAN<br />
Thuy Trang T. Tran<br />
Fourteen years back, my older sister and I were in fifth grade. We went to school in a small<br />
village. At that time, we, in a poor country, didn’t have too many vehicles. Even the<br />
bicycle, we had to share together. And that was the best vehicle which helped us everyday.<br />
One day, after the class finished, we realized that our bike keys were lost. While we were<br />
upset, two <strong>of</strong> our friends asked us to take a walk to get home. That was the usual road<br />
which they always used to go and back home everyday. My sister was scared, but we had<br />
no choice and had to decide: stay or go. After thinking carefully, we left our bicycle at<br />
school and went with them.<br />
The road home wasn’t too far, only two miles, but for us, the little kids, it was really long.<br />
We walked across the rice paddy under the bright sun on a hot March day. Everything<br />
seemed burnt and the road was longer than usual. I was too tired and couldn’t go on<br />
anymore. We had to stop so we took a break in the shadow <strong>of</strong> a big, strange tree. While we<br />
were sitting down, I figured out that the tree had fruit and that they were okay to eat.<br />
Because they were boys, my dutiful friends, were to climb up the tree and pick all the<br />
fruits, as much as they could, for us ladies. My sister and I just caught the fruit and threw<br />
them into our school bags. I didn’t know what it was called, but it was really delicious. We<br />
caught and ate until the tree was almost empty.<br />
Although we were all tired, we were happy. We ate a lot and brought some on the way<br />
home. We had fun and a nice memory. When I think about our journey, it’s always in my<br />
mind as a happy memory.<br />
Methuen Adult Learning Center<br />
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