One year passed, and the weather had changed. There was torrential rain again in my village, and our rice fields were flooded. We didn’t have anything to eat. If we stayed there, we might die because many villagers fought against each other to get food. “If we wanted to survive, we must leave” my parents said. So, my father decided to move to the capital of Vientiane. He made a boat for that trip. He took us all together, along with food, clothes, and our small monkey, to the boat.

We were so excited to live in the new city because I had heard about Vientiane, where there were many high buildings, old temples, and lots of cars…. but I never had chance to touch it before this time. Therefore, we prepared for our new life in Vientiane. Along the two sides of the Saybangfai River, I had seen many things. For example, there were 10 to 15 monkeys screaming in their loud voices and parrots were caught on the trees, which made my small monkey felt excited about that atmosphere.

When the boat reached the destination, the sun was setting, and we took everything, including my best friend, the small monkey, out of the boat. We waited for about ten minutes for the bus to come. When the bus arrived my other sisters and brothers walked to the bus, but my parents and I stayed outside. I hugged my monkey while my parents were talking to the bus driver, but I didn’t know what they are taking about. Suddenly, my father walked over to me and told me that we couldn’t take the monkey with us. The bus driver was not permitted to take animals on the bus he said. My tears were falling automatically when I heard him say that. My small monkey looked at my father. It seemed like he understood what he had said. I cried and my monkey screamed.

Then, my father took my small monkey and sold him to an old fat man who stood in front of the mini market. I cried and told my father to get the monkey back, but nothing happened. The bus had to go and there was not any time for me to cry anymore. So, my mother took me to the bus. Everyone tried to talk to me, but I didn’t feel better. I looked back at my small monkey, the same as he had done. I thought that my heart would break because I lost my best friend. Eventually I looked at my best friend until he disappeared. I went to sleep and didn’t know what was going on.

That was the most important event, which made me felt equity. Even now, I still think about it.

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