In the darkness of the twilight, 6.40a.m., tragedy happened with just a flick in my old school.

A bus labelled ‘C’, having a driver sitting in it with despair and sorrow, staring at the pool of blood on the tar road, was parked in the front of the old canteen. Pictures of him holding on to the small little girl’s hand and her bag on the other hand, walking towards the old canteen keep on replaying in his mind.

He was the one who send this small little girl to school every morning. He was the one looking after this small little girl every morning. He was the one who loved this small little girl so much. He was also the murderer…

As usual, the bus driver will make sure all students are out of the old canteen area, only, he will make a U-turn and leave the school compound. Against all odds, it was not so on the day the tragedy happened. The girl happened to be there at the moment the bus was making the U-turn. Small in size she is, it is no wonder that the driver could not see her at the time of the day.

The little girl was rushed to a clinic at my hometown by a mineral water vendor and one of the parents who were at the area at that time. The doctor at the clinic ordered the saviour to send this little girl to the hospital immediately, as she still has her heart beat.

Ironically, the road down to the hospital is a hot spot for traffic jam. Without second thought, the uncle who was driving overtook the long queue, trying to reach the hospital as soon as possible. At this point, the police was called to action, at first, to track down the van that the uncle was driving; however, the whole objective of the operation changed.

Priority was to save the small live which was at stake. The police forces put on their sirens and help the uncle to control the traffic as to let him pass through. It is believed that the police had informed the hospital authorities. As they reached the hospital, many medical personnel were on standby mode, waiting for the van to come.

It was just a short half an hour, doctors tried to save the little girl, they tried so hard to revive her. Sadly…

Grey clouds covered the whole school, influencing the whole atmosphere of the school. Mum was in school for the whole day but she can’t feel herself. Everything seems to be so empty…

“God, why do you have to take away such a beautiful soul?
Why won’t you grant her a second chance?
Why not let her die the natural way?”

I keep on asking these questions. Tears wet my cheeks for these few nights. Question marks are still popping up from every corner of my mind.

Although I force myself to except the truth, although I still cry after so many days and nights, I will still always pray for this little girl…

Words to her:
Girl, you are a wonderful soul. Do understand why God wants you to leave this world so soon. I here, represent all teachers and fellow friends of S.J.K(C) San Yuk, Rawang, promises you that we will always pray for you and you will always be remembered. Rest in peace and head to a place that truly belongs to you.

Specially dedicated to 庄雯倪