Jia Lee
It was as if I was in a field of flowers, with lush green grass swaying in the warm summer breeze that
tickled my face. A speckle of colors peeked out from the greenery, blossoms made of delicate petals
fluttering amongst the blades of grass. They greeted the ever-shining sun, a burning inferno hanging in the
brilliant blue sky with a herd of fluffy white sheep passing through. That was the scene that painted my
mind when I arrived at school that day. I was surrounded by friends, classmates and teachers swathed in
traditional clothing from many different countries. Each of them was like a flower; beautiful, but unique.
Then it was like the sun was shining in my face again, making me see through the soft yellow light to a world
where everyone was different and glowing. So many people wanted to be normal, like giving in to the river
that swept them off on an easy ride. Sometimes people were left behind, but being different wasn’t a bad
thing, I realized. Glowing and sparkling like stars in a night sky, I fit in with the bright and bold colors lining
my own outfit. Bright and bold, sometimes I wished I could be like that too. Then seeing them enjoy
themselves, I realized I was too, with my lips curling into a smile. Different, but also similar.
