(narrative essay) Leaving home

He took a deep breath, turned his eyes on his home for the last time. With a small backpack, Khang started to leave his home. Of course, no one in the world want to leave their family to lead a life of a wanderer. But Khang did it. The twelfth-year-olds  boy walked along the street, the anger on his face was still showing clearly. He promised himself that he would never return to meet his father again. “How could he be so cruel? He always yells at me, never buys me any toys, never lets me go out with friends, I hate him!”

Khang walked and walked  without any intention to stop. However, when the sun started to set, he felt tired, hungry and a bit exhausted. He sat flat on the sidewalk to have a rest. “Are you leaving home?”, Khang turned his head curiously to the direction of the voice and  saw an old man with a kind-hearted face. “How did you know that?”, Khang asked, still surprised about the question. Slowly, the old man sat near Khang and began to tell him “ Because I used to leave home when I was a kid like you”.

Then, he looked up in the sky, started his story “ I used to think that my father hate me because he always yell at me and beat me when he thought I did something wrong. He once promised that he would buy me a bicycle if I got good mark from the final test. I still remember the destiny day, I was so happy after getting good results from the test. I informed that good news to my father, waited for a gift to come. However, he looked at me and said that “Sorry my  son, I can’t afford to buy you this gift”. Hey little boy, do you know what I reacted at that time?"
Being attracted by the story, Khang had a little startle when he was asked all of a sudden. The little boy sputtered: "I...I do not know. Do you leave home... as I did?"
The old man smiled his approval, then continued the story: "I was so disappointed, I cried a lot and hated him so much, I ran as fast as I could to get out of the house… He could not catch me because he was so old. I wandered aimlessly, felt hungry and tired but I never intend to come back. Suddenly, someone collided with me and I quickly realized he was my father’s co-worker. He looked a bit surprised when he saw me and said that an accident had happened to my father when he tried to seek me. I was speechless and realized how wrong I was, how much I love him, I thought about the future, how would my life become without him, I ran like the wind to the hospital. Fortunately, my father still alive, he was just slightly injured and gave me a warm smile. I was so happy because that was the biggest gift I had ever had in my life”. When the story ended, the tears appeared on Khang’s cheeks. The old man smiled gently “do you understand what I mean, good boy”. Khang nodded his head, expressed his thanks to the old man and ran as fast as he could to come back home.

The poor father was standing in front of the house, yelling at Khang when he saw the little son “Where did you go, do you know how much I worried…”.  The father did not have chance to finish his words, Khang gave him a big hug and whispered “I love you, daddy”.