"Everyone has their past; everyone has their best memorable event; it's just what means the best memorable events to them are different."~ Empire Nara
Back
to ten years ago, I was nine years old, and I still did not know how to ride a
bike. My mother did not teach me how to ride; I still do not know whether she
was busy or she just wanted me to explore myself. Talking about my father, he
worked whole days, and we saw each other only in the evenings. The saddest
thing, I do have no siblings at all. Therefore, none of my family members help
me with this typical activity. Fortunately, there was a female neighbor whose
age was between 20-21 years old at that time kindly showed me how to ride a
bicycle. Since it has been a decade ago, and if I am not mistaken, her name is
Lina.
Every
afternoon, having finished my homework, I would rush to come down stair and
meet my teacher. At first, I did not have a bike, but my mother said she would
buy me one if I could score the top rank at school that month. Thus, I had to
borrow my cousin’s bike for the time being. That bike had four wheels—one front
wheel and other three back wheels, so you would not need any help to keep it
stable. I was very excited yet a bit scared that I did not dare to put my feet
on the pedals but was encouraged to move forward slowly. It was like flying,
and my body seemed to become lighter as the bike went. Lina did not withdraw
her hands from the bike though I could do well at the very first day. Her both
hands still held the bike gently, and she was smiling happily as if I was her
own daughter.
As
usual, scoring the best point was not that hard for me, which means I was
granted the first bicycle in my life from my parents. It was a tiny one covered
by her pink skin. I love pink, and my mother knows it. Every day, I enjoyed
playing with my bike tirelessly.
A
month later, on one typical afternoon, I was riding my so-called four wheels as
usual, when suddenly; Lina came and gave me a very warm smile. She said it was
time to learn a more exciting thing. I was wondering whether we were going for
a bike expedition outside our village. That was a very funny thought of me
because I was always insisting her to go for a long ride. To my surprise, she
said she was going to take away two wheels from my bike. I was laughing so
hard, and of course I was laughing at myself that I would not be able to ride a
bike with only two wheels. However, I could not do anything but to let her show
me that new thing. Now, my bike had only two wheels, and indeed I was much more
afraid to get on it though it had been with me every single day for over a
month. Surprisingly, Lina challenged me that if I could do it, we would go for
a long ride to my grandparents’ home, which was four kilometers away. I was
hesitated whether to show my other cousins that I now could ride a bike as them
or just keep hugging dad’s back on his motorcycle when we went to my
grandparents’ home. I suddenly squatted down, took a deep sigh, and thought
critically as if a very tough decision in my life was going to be made. Several
minutes later, I confidently stood up and smiled back to her curios face. That
smile was enough to be called an answer. I got on the bike and started to lift
the pedal with my right leg and push the other one with my left leg. It was
surely more unsteady, but I could feel her hands holding the bike firmly. I
started off for just a few meters and get off the seat because I was too scared
that I would fall off if I continue to another meter. I did it over and over
again. For the first day, I could only move two meters, but the distance kept
increasing day by day. After a week, I could move forward without any help. I
was very amazed and proud of myself that I eventually could do it. At the next
weekend, we went to my grandparents’ home as promise. I enjoyed riding my bike
together with all my other cousins, and we had so much fun. It was the happiest
time in my life.
However,
that joy lasted for only a day, and the next afternoon, tears and anger paid me
a visit. I had just realized that Lina was moving to another province when I
asked her to see my ride, and she said she was busy packing her clothes. Crying
and being angry, I ran up stair to my room. Since then, I have no chance to see
her face again because on the next day, when I arrived home from school, she
had already left. Lina left some words for me, “whenever you get on the bike,
don’t cry because I am not there with you but smile because I will always stay
behind you”.
Time
passed without any news from her at all, and now it is ten years already. We
cannot contact her since she did again move to another place—America. Nowadays,
I smile silently to myself every time that I see a bike, especially a bike with
its riders—sisters, though I have not ridden for almost five years now. It
always reminds me of sister Lina who is living so far away out there.
Written by Miss. Moniroth CHOUN
Written by Miss. Moniroth CHOUN