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           were very dim and it was difficult to study. As time passed,
           my desire to learn gradually diminished.
              When I was in Standard 4, there was a Standard 5 boy who
           constantly bullied me, to the point that I could not concentrate
           on my studies. He would push me from behind, make fun of
           me, or kick me and make me fall. He was slightly bigger in
           size, and I was a scrawny boy for my age. I guess he did it for
           the fun of it, and found me to be an easy target and punching
           bag.
              Desperate and feeling hopeless, one day I decided to tell
           my eldest brother: “I can’t take it anymore! I don’t want to go
           to school! This boy keeps bullying me. And the teachers are
           not interested in teaching the two of us anymore because they
           think we are troublemakers!”
              My eldest brother and sisters immediately replied: “No,
           you are staying!” They were much older and had left school
           to work and supplement our family income. They were
           concerned that I would be a school dropout. Being elder
           siblings, they desired to see the younger ones completing their
           education, getting a good job and becoming successful.
              My parents also chipped in. My mother tried to pacify
           me, “Son, all of you have attended this school, you are not the
           only one. If you do not want to go to this school, which school
           do you want to go to? Just pay attention to your teachers and
           show that you want to learn, and forget about this boy. If he
           still tries to bully you, just defend yourself but don’t fight
           back. If you fight back, you will be expelled from school.”
              “No, I want to leave that school!” I insisted. I argued my
           case like a lawyer, telling them that I did not start the fight
           and I told the truth, but sadly, the teachers did not believe my
           story. I was like the shepherd boy who cried “Wolf!”
              Eventually, after much persuasion, my parents relented
           and sent me to another school that was farther away. I liked
           the change, as everyone there seemed very happy. But I
           was disappointed again when after barely one week, I was
           transferred back to my former school. My parents gave the
           reason that in my previous school, my elder siblings could
           look out for me.  But there continued to be frequent fights in

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