A red scarf

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Topic: A story of my childhood

Title of story: A red scarf

As for me, I am the person who loves the new and loathes the old. When I was required to write this subject about a significant object which elevates my personal stories, I cannot help myself thinking of my precious item- my pretty red scarf, still staying by my side. There is a story about my red scarf. And I will narrate it below.

When I was 12 years old, I had a girl desk mate. Her name is Dong. She was a very popular girl at school. She was clever and fun, and got along very well with others. Actually, at that time I was envious of her in a way. It was an extremely cold winter. Everyone put on heavy clothing. At exactly the time I entered in my class, a red scarf appeared. A tall and slim girl was standing in front of me-it was exactly my ‘dear’ desk mate. Especially, the hand-knitted scarf was eye-catching so that I could not help myself fixing my eyes on it. It seemed soft and warm and it looked like a beautiful picture when Dong wearied this red scarf. And then, I was particularly keen on a red scarf.

After my whole day school life, I returned my house. My parents were so occupied that they often spent little time accompanying with me. My mom is a dedicated career woman with a lot of work so that she could not pay enough attention to me. Dong’ mother made the red scarf by with her own hands. I found that when we had chatted after class. I was fond of the handmade red scarf and I really want one from my mother.

During the dinner, I was asked if my mother could give me a scarf woven by her as a gift. She looked surprised as well as a little confused, “Oh honey, I am afraid to disappoint you because I do not have time to knit a scarf. Moreover, I have not learned to knit a scarf.” Of course, I became unhappy as well as sad. Suddenly, I felt the loss of my appetite and the lack of the energy. I did not finish my dinner and instead I walked directly back to my room. “What I wanted was just a red scarf!” Maybe in my deep heart, I had roared for thousands of times. After a while, even though my mother stepped up to me and comforted me in a soft voice. And then, she asked if I could accept the red scarf artificial from a store instead of the woven one. I did not say a word and I continued to cry quietly. Mother stopped by my side for a while, and then walked away. I turned my face to the door and I found a dark figure full of exhaustion viewed from behind though the light from the outside. Without thinking much of anything, I just wondered how I can get my wanted red scarf. Children always want something without any reason even we will consider it a little unreasonable to a certain degree.

The next day, I came back home as usual after class. But to find that home had crowed with customers. I wondered what happened to my house. It just was a visit from my neighborhood. My mother just had a chat happily with the other ladies. It seemed that they enjoyed themselves and told my mother something important while my mother was listening intently. But I still did not know what they were talking about and I did not care too much.

From then on, sometimes late at night, when I passed by the bedroom of my mum, in the faint light of the corridor, I saw my mother doing something stealthily. Confused, but without any idea, just walked away and went back to my bed. Another night, calm and tranquil, when I went to the bathroom, my mother just left it. We met in the dark corridor, she walked to me gently but she looked like slightly tired. It seemed that she had done quite a lot of homework but still with a lot to finish. “Mum, what happened to you? Do you feel uncomfortable?” I was wondered. “It is OK, I will be fine soon, don not worry about me. Have a sweet dream, honey!” She responded to me softly. I was so sleepy that I decided to go back to my bed.

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