It was a physical fight – Boy1 was wielding the broom, Boy2 was furiously using his legs, kicking to defend himself and attack his attacker.
Their fight was stopped.
Mine began.
“Why are they behaving this way?”
“Don’t they know what’s right and wrong?”
“Why don’t they get it?”
“Have all we spoke about in class been for nothing?”
“Why am I so affected by this?”
“Why am I feeling emotional over this small matter?”
“There’s been worse things.”
“Your class isn’t the worst, please. There are other worse students out there.”
“Why doesn’t anyone understand that I’m trying to prevent them from becoming those worse students?”
“You need to be fierce with them.”
“This one already fierce leh.”
“You ok?”
“It’s ok.”
“It’s ok to feel emotion.”
“It’s ok to feel.”
“It’s ok to show emotion.”
“It’s ok.”
“You care too much.”
“Why do I care so much?”
“I don’t intend to stay on.”
“After this sem, 2 and a half years more.”
“I wish I had done something differently.”
“I’m sorry to call you about this.”
“You don’t have to be ashamed about feeling.”
“Appreciate your emotions.”
“They’re what make us human.”
“It’s ok to not be ok.”
Is it?
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