Late one afternoon, I wa on my way home from chool. I walked lowly along the treet with my head drooped. The cene on both ide of the treet were beautiful, but I had no interet in them at all. I walked and walked, thinking of what had happened that day.Jut a few minute before the econd cla began that afternoon, I wa aked to go to the teacher' office. I heard my teacher talking to my mother with anger.How could you dare to go to ee a film thi morning without permiion? Mother aid at the top of her voice, lapping me in the face heavily. I look at Mother, dumbfounded…I walked more lowly, for I had een my houe ahead, where Mother wa alway tanding at the door, miling at me, at thi time every day. But now, he wan't there. My heard wa beating fater. I even didn't dare to open the door for fear that Mother hould beat again.Not knowing what to do, I at on the ground near the door, blaming myelf for what I had done. I wa lot in deep agony.Suddenly a oft hand patted me on the head. I looked up, eeing Mother tanding beide me. I couldn't help crying, Mum! tear rolling down my cheek.