my umbrella comes back to me .
That rainy day, I was lucky, a black umbrella! When I reached a shelter just before the zebra crossing; I saw this 2 girls rooted there; they just can’t barged into the rain, I guess. I offered to 1 of the girls and dashed across the zebra crossing to school. Nearly bang by car la!
The recess bell for lunch break goes; I saw my umbrella stranded by the walkway. I reclaimed it thinking: “So much for being a gentleman, and the umbrella got dumped there.” . . .
It took me awhile to recall this: I told 1 of the girls to left it at the walkway, saying I will collect myself later.
I can’t remembered who I’d lend to and I cant remembered their face too. ...
桜 & 恋