I couldn't sleep last night. I imagined the worst that could've happened to the boy. I figured it wasn't too late to help him. This morning I told mummy that I wanted to go to the school to find that boy. Mum called the school and related what happened. So, I went down with mummy to the school. The OM brought us around the primary 6 classes first. The image in my mind of the boy's face was vivid. I looked at every single one of the students who were standing up. After all the P6 classes, I still couldn't identify the boy. I thought I must've missed him. Then, the OM brought us down to the P4 classes. After going to several classes, I saw the boy. Images just came flowing back. I recognised him at once.
I am even more disgusted than yesterday. He is just 10 years old. ten. ONE ZERO. The OM called the boy to step outside the class. I asked him if he took bus 14 yesterday at around 6pm and he nodded. The look in his eyes, I couldn't make it out. It seemed abit fearful. The OM asked him, 'did any man disturb you?' He said no, mummy said his 'no' sounded confident, but I think it sounded defensive. I am confused. If nothing happened, why did he go to the lower deck to sit halfway through the bus journey? Why did he turn back and look at the man with such fear in his eyes? Why did he run as soon as he alighted? Maybe he is afraid. He doesn't know what happened. Maybe he thinks that just because he is a boy he would never get touched. I don't know for sure, but the school is going to send a teacher to talk to him tomorrow. I thank God that I was able to identify that poor boy. I thank God he is okay. Now I pray that the boy will have the courage to tell the teacher what exactly happened.
The boy is only ten.
That man is the most disgusting person.
i made believe @ 7/27/2005 05:14:00 PM
