Handwriting
I was around 11 years old when I saw my friend’s handwriting so beautiful that I copied, trying to look exactly the same. Like this, Today is Friday. Almost like this font. So, one day, the teacher called me out to her desk and ask if the work done is handwritten by me. I said yes. The class became tensed. She asked for the second time and I said yes (not knowing she doubt I changed my handwriting). She glared at me and said between her gritted teeth, trying to control her anger (that’s what I see) and I still said the same answer. She asked again, “It’s your mum’s handwriting, right?” I said it was mine. Whilst I was standing beside her, I wondered, Why is she asking this? She never asked her (my friend which I mentioned above). Sort of the teacher thinks I lied and it didn’t work no matter how confident I said it was my handwriting. When I was 12 years old, I found another handwriting. It was my friend’s elder sister’s. Siti Amirah I just remember the S an...