Sitting down at the bench as I watched the children play.
"Dear, having some thoughts?" He asked.
I stared at him. He knows me too well. Every single moves, he knows.
"Just admire the childhood times." I said.
Remember how naughty I was to run around and climb the trees just to avoid being cane. I remember the time when me and some of the neighbours playing the 'Guli' (marbles), Catching, Hide n Seek, Cards and of course Shooting rubber bands at each others.
"I wish I could stay as a child. Then, I need not worry so much." I continue.
He gave me a hug and said, "My child, everyone needs to grow up. Its a part of life."
"Yes. I know. But things are not as simple as ABC, don't they? I just realise how fake everyone is. How insincere everyone is."
"Why do you need to be so stubborn on how they treat you? Friends are just some trees that you past by in your journey. Some trees may provide shades. Some may be good for a rest place. However, there are some that may block your way. Do not let these trees stand your way. Friend comes and goes. Only true friend stays." He said.
"True friends? Do they really exist?" I wonder....
Well, This is the reason I told Mr George Thomas (My former English Teacher) why I wrote the poem on my recycle paper assignment in Form 4.
To me...
Friendship is just like a Flower...
Friendship is like a Flower,
It may not last forever,
If you treat it better,
It will grow deeper and deeper.
At times Friendship may be sour,
Perish like a dying flower,
It will become the excessive rival,
It's not too tardy to revival.