I guess many of you may know that I have a adik angkat studying in Standard 3 right now ya.
Few days ago, juz have a chat wif her after I was informed that she was ill-treated by her friends in the class. She actually did not dare to tell Aunty the truth.
This is what I heard from Aunty:
My sis told aunty: "Aunty, i tell u sth but u don't scold me ya. my classmate bully me in the class. Don't scold them. Later they don't want be friends with me."
That's the moment I feel pain. Reali pain to see someone you care of is ill-treated by the friends around her & still she keeps it to herself.
This conversation actually should be in Mandarin. I find it a bit inconvenient to type in Mandarin. So i translate it.
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Me : Harlo...
Sis : Harlo...y calling?
Me : Do you have something to call me?
Sis : My friends pushed my forehead with their hands and they oso pulled my hair.
Me : Then do you tell the teacher?
Sis : No. I come bc tell aunty onli.
Me : Next time juz tell the teacher. dont let them do it again.
Sis : in the class they make the waste paper into round shape & throw to each other & it hit me.
Me : Did they day sorry?
Sis : No. Got 1 time, they knock at my spectacles & it almost hurt my eyes.
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The others were the part I console her & tell her the right thing to do if she face that again.
My sis is nt a normal child, if u reali know wat I mean.
But for me, she is my sis.
Few days ago, juz have a chat wif her after I was informed that she was ill-treated by her friends in the class. She actually did not dare to tell Aunty the truth.
This is what I heard from Aunty:
My sis told aunty: "Aunty, i tell u sth but u don't scold me ya. my classmate bully me in the class. Don't scold them. Later they don't want be friends with me."
That's the moment I feel pain. Reali pain to see someone you care of is ill-treated by the friends around her & still she keeps it to herself.
This conversation actually should be in Mandarin. I find it a bit inconvenient to type in Mandarin. So i translate it.
...........................................................................................................
Me : Harlo...
Sis : Harlo...y calling?
Me : Do you have something to call me?
Sis : My friends pushed my forehead with their hands and they oso pulled my hair.
Me : Then do you tell the teacher?
Sis : No. I come bc tell aunty onli.
Me : Next time juz tell the teacher. dont let them do it again.
Sis : in the class they make the waste paper into round shape & throw to each other & it hit me.
Me : Did they day sorry?
Sis : No. Got 1 time, they knock at my spectacles & it almost hurt my eyes.
............................................................................................................
The others were the part I console her & tell her the right thing to do if she face that again.
My sis is nt a normal child, if u reali know wat I mean.
But for me, she is my sis.