Schoolyard Bully

You, as a new first grader back in 1992, looked like a a mosquito flying around - low to the ground and weaving slightly, because you carried a backpack that weighed the same as you and wore those old soda bottle glasses that made two red crescents on your nose.

When classes were dismissed, we met in the playground to walk to mom's factory together. Sometimes you were waiting for me, and other times I was out there first, always making sure to be visible when you came out so you would not frantically search for me in fear I'd left you alone in that cruel, hard playground. On one of the days I got out first, I waited and watched as you came out, nervously locked eyes with me, and continued to fast-walk towards me. Quang Tsang, a boy from my class you may remember as a merciless taunter of little people like yourself, stepped into your path and began to do things to get a reaction out of you. Among other things, I think he made fun of your glasses. Your face pruned up into the tightest frown those little facial muscles could muster, and you sped up your pace to try to get past him, each time to be blocked by this healthy-sized eighth grader who was highly amused by your distress.

I thought about rescuing you, but the situation seemed harmless, and it was a pretty amusing sight, and a perturbed face I'll never forget. Hahahaaaa....!