my karangan..

masa sambung bachelor of town and regional planning

subjek BEL... kena buat karangan...

this is the comment that i get from my lecturer...
my karangan... the one that i wrote with tears...

THE SADDEST DAY OF MY LIFE

Many of us would surely want to share the happiest day of our life, but for me I like to share my saddest day in life so that people who read this won't have to go through what I did. And maybe this is the only way to tell the person I love that I'm sorry for causing this much pain and I promise that it will never happen again.

It was the hardest thing to see tears running down my father's eyes. So i said to myself that it would be terrible if someday my father cries. He is the most "happy go lucky" person that I've ever known. He always brightens up our life. There isn't a day when he doesn't make us laugh. But because of me, he did cry once. I broke the promise I made without realising it. Because of me who was never thankful for what life brought me, I broke my father's heart quite badly. My father's saddest day had become my saddest day too. This saddest day had become my saddest day too. This saddest day will never be forgotten.

I studied in a boarding school that was miles away from home. I was among the lucky poor people who had the chance to go to that school. All the other students were from rich families. I started making friends with the rich ones. When we went out for hopping, I bought what they bought, even though it cost me a lot of money.

There was no scholarship offered so I had to ask money from my parents every month. But my demand was too much for them, plus I lied to them. I said that I wanted to buy books but instead I bought clothes, magazines, cassettes and so on. When my parents couldn't send me money, I started stealing my friends' money. It wasn't my parents fault that they couldn't send money or my friends fault that they influenced me to buy things which were out of my reach, but it was because of me who didn't know my own limits. I should have known myself better. I was not a rich girl and my family didn't own a big company. I was just a lucky girl who got the chance to be around them and not being totally them.

The act of crime lasted two years, from form two to form three. It had become habit or hobby for me to steal someone's property  and not just because I didn't have enough money anymore. By the end of the year, before the PMR exam; I was caught in the act. It was my friends who caught me. At first, the school wanted to contact my parents to tell the truth but i refused too let them do so. But then it came to my senses that all this time I had been lying to the people  who really put their trust in me. So my parents came to school without knowing anything about my sins.

Although there were only five persons in the meeting room, which was my teacher, the headmistress,  my parents and I, I knew that my parents were really ashamed. While my mother was crying, I saw my father sit in his chair calmly. My teacher then tried to calm my mother and that was when I saw my father stood up, went behind  the curtains and cried. He tried to hide the tears but I saw him wiping his eyes. What had I done? How could I make this great father felt that he fail to do his job?

 On that sad day, when I kissed my father's hands to ask for his forgiveness, I could feel his not so smooth hands. Those hands which had been working hard to keep me in school and I took it for granted. How I wish at that time my father could slap me hard so that I know how much he was hurt, but he didn't do it. Although I hurt him pretty bad, my father still forgave me. Now I know how my father teaches his children. He never used his hands on us and he only gave a simple advice. He makes us know by ourselves what is wrong and what is right. I love my father and my mother so much for always being there for me.

I am who I am today because of that particular day. People would see me as a good person who never did anything wrong before, but to tell the truth I'm the one who use to cut school quite often, did ridiculous tricks to my friends on April Fool day, worse I've been a thief once and for that reason I've been grounded from school for a week and almost kicked out from school. I can stand up high and tell people my true story so that others won't do the same mistake, and for the fact that I have parents and friends who have good souls and willing to forgive me no matter what. I'm thanking God for bringing all these people in my life. Thank you.