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The boy and the coat (2-2)

        “Mommy...” he cried and her mother put her arms around to comfort him. His tears kept dropping and his face was all wet. “Billy, somehow you should face them. You are a big boy now.” But the boy couldn’t stop crying.

        In his mind he was thinking, “If I told Mother what happened, she would be furious at me. But if I kept that ugly coat, everyone would make fun of me and I would be awfully sad and have no friends. I’m nothing but a stupid boy! What am I suppose to tell Mother? Every time I tried to hide away that coat, mom and dad had found it and made me wear that coat to the school. Finally now I buried that coat and probably for good. But poor mother, she had spent hours and hours making that coat, and now... It would be painful to tell her what I did. Maybe one day when I grow up, I can dig out that coat then mom won’t be sad. But I’ll still lie to her, for now.”

        “So Billy? Tell me!” insisted the poor mother.

        “I lost it! I lost the coat you made for me! The one that you had spent hours and hours to make it! I’m so sorry but I promise you, Mother, that one day, I’ll find it back. I promise you.” He broke down and cried. “I have hated myself ever since it happened. I love you so much that I’ll find that coat one day again.” He continued. He hated lying but he meant every thing he just said.

        “Don’t cry Billy. It’s all right. I know you did not do it on purpose. Stop crying, I’ll make you another one.” Said his mother calmly.

        “NO! Oh, please don’t make another like it! Don’t!” cried Billy. He didn’t want another coat. And that was also the reason why he buried the old one.

        Surprising, his mother asked back “Why not, I thought you love that coat so dearly?”

        Yes, he had loved that coat when he was still a kid and a little boy. But now he was ten and there wasn’t any boy who wanted to wear a bleu coat with little teddy bears on it. It was an adorable coat but not for a child his age.

        “I don’t want you to spend your time making it. I don’t deserve it.” He kept crying.

        “How did you lost it?” asked his mother. He couldn’t find an excuse for that and he hated lying so he kept on crying more hard. His mother made him sit down and tried to calm him down. “Don’t cry, I believe you and you are a nice obedient boy. What if the first thing we should do when your father gets home is to go to the town and buy you a new one. OK?”

        “Thank you mom. I love you and I’ll be careful the next time.” He was happy and glad that the whole terrible thing was coming to an end.

        Just then his father entered the house and called “Jane, how on earth had your son’s coat been buried in the earth? In front of the house!” In his hand, there was the blue coat, dirty with the earth. Jane looked at Billy with a surprising and confusing face while Billy staring at the blue coat with fear in his eyes.

                                                                                        2000-06-25


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The boy and the coat (2-1)

        It was a mild and half-moon night. The moon was shinning but sometime covered with drifting clouds. The digger concentrated on his work and he finally finished the last spadeful with the earth. He slightly sighed with a relief. Under the shinning moonlight a smile showed on his face. He slowly walked back to the house and left the footprints on the ground.

        The digger looked at his dirty hands covered by the earth. It was too late for regret whether he felt it or not. He thought why he had to do such a painful thing. He wondered what the others would say when they realized what he did. Yet he was glad that he did it and hoped that no one would discover his little secret. He sat down and put his hands on his face forgetting how dirty and nasty they were. He was troubled and tried to think what he should say or explain when the others found out what he had done again. He was tired and exhausted after one hour of digging. This time, he hoped that the hole was deep enough to hide what he needed to hide.

        While he was in a big mess, he heard someone was coming. He jumped and was ready to run and hide. But the room where he stood had no space for him to hide. The sounds of the footsteps were louder and louder. He backed away from the door and ran nervously to the bathroom. The only thing that he could think of doing was to clean those dirty hands before things got worst. He stayed still near the bathroom door waiting for the front door to open. But the footsteps were gone and the door hadn’t moved. Was it because the person had found out the secret? He was scared. “If it was so, sooner or later I have to face the truth.” He said to himself and walked toward the door.

        When he reached the door handle, the door suddenly opened. He gasped and looked up. He was as white as a ghost with his two big wide eyes staring at the lady in front of him.

        “What’s the matter, Billy?” she asked.

        “Nothing! Why?” He answered quickly. His voice was sad and low with hopeless.

        “You look as if you saw a ghost! Are you sure you are all right?” Asked the lady looking down at him with concerns.

        The boy nodded.

        “Good.” Whispered the lady by putting her hand on the boy’s head. She walked away and put a brown bag on the table and started to take things out. “I hoped that you weren’t too scared of the dark because I came home a little bit late. It was because of the traffic.” The boy did not answer. He walked slowly away, discreetly, with his head down.

        “Billy, what is the matter?” she asked again. This time she walked toward him and touched his check. “Gosh, you are cold. Did you go out? Or was it the other boys that were running after you again?” Billy did not answer but his eyes were getting red and in a few seconds, he cried out.

        “Billy talk to me, please!”


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