As I was sitting in the computer lab in the library, waiting for my next class to begin, a malay lady walked in. She sat on the desktop beside mine. I wondered, "What is she doing here?" She plugged in her pendrive and opened up a Microsoft Word file and started typing away. She looked my mum's age.
I'm ashamed of myself. There I was complaining about having to do my assignments, complaining about the neverending strings of assignments and someone her age would do assignment beside me. ( I don't know if she complained though). Her fonts are big (for better viewing) but she is still diligently doing her work, typing word by word. Who am I to complain? I am young, I am energetic, I should be thankful for being me.
I looked at her, full of respect.
God, is this what you are trying to tell me?