A Broken Chair

A Broken Chair

Zhang Ying-ying sits just in front of me in class. Something that happened two days ago made me feel ashamed and grateful. You may ask why I felt like that. Let’s go back to two days before. This is what happened.

I went to school that morning earlier than usual. When I went to my seat, I found my chair was broken. Bad luck! I said to myself. I looked around and found nobody else in the classroom then. I changed the chair with Ying-ying’s as quickly as possible. A few minutes later, Ying-ying arrived. She stood there for two minutes when she saw the broken chair. The two minutes were so long to me that I didn’t dare to look up. Instead of saying anything, she left and came back with a hammer and nails. She began to repair it. My face turned red. I stood up to give her a hand. Her thanks for my help made me feel so ashamed for my behavior that I couldn’t help speaking out the truth. On hearing it, she said with a smile, “You are honest. That is good. As to the broken chair, it is you and me who fixed it together. Forget.” We both laughed.

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