The last day I am going to be staying in the village, and I do not know when I am going to back back here again. I got up quite early as I was sleeping out in the open field and I ran out to catch the last sunrise. In fact, I did not know where I should run to, the mountains or the padi field, as I have been to both places before and I could not run too far in case I could not get back in time. In the end, I went to both places and took some photos of sunrise and the entrance of the village.
School started and I could hear the children's melodious voices again. They seemed to be singing when they were reciting verses from the books and I recorded a small segment in my recorder. That will be my source of motivation and I really wished to do more for the children. All of us had packed our belongings the night before and we were ready to leave the village after they had sent us off. They performed some dragon dance for us and the mood was pretty heavy for all of us.
As the bus left the village, my tears just flowed. I will remember the beautiful memories I spent in the village.
I could not write anymore. Nothing beats the days spent in the school.
Thank you.
How I wish I could go back there again...