Lateoneafternoon,Iwasonmywayhomefromschool.Iwalkedslowlyalongthestreetwithmyheaddrooped.Thescenesonbothsidesofthestreetwerebeautiful,butIhadnointerestinthematall.Iwalkedandwalked,thinkingofwhathadhappenedthatday.Justafewminutesbeforethesecondclassbeganthatafternoon,Iwasaskedtogototheteacher'soffice.Iheardmyteachertalkingtomymotherwithanger.Howcouldyoudaretogotoseeafilmthismorningwithoutpermission?Mothersaidatthetopofhervoice,slappingmeinthefaceheavily.IlookatMother,dumbfounded…Iwalkedmoreslowly,forIhadseenmyhouseahead,whereMotherwasalwaysstandingatthedoor,smilingatme,atthistimeeveryday.Butnow,shewasn'tthere.Myheardwasbeatingfaster.Ievendidn'tdaretoopenthedoorforfearthatMothershouldbeatagain.Notknowingwhattodo,Isatonthegroundnearthedoor,blamingmyselfforwhatIhaddone.Iwaslostindeepagony. 　　Suddenlyasofthandpattedmeonthehead.Ilookedup,seeingMotherstandingbesideme.Icouldn'thelpcrying,Mum!tearsrollingdownmycheeks.