{"id":1918,"date":"2015-02-12T06:39:41","date_gmt":"2015-02-12T06:39:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/web02.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters2\/archives\/1918"},"modified":"2015-05-24T07:13:55","modified_gmt":"2015-05-24T07:13:55","slug":"i-am-a-candle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/archives\/1918","title":{"rendered":"I am a candle"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12.1599998474121px; line-height: 1.3em;\">I am a red, thick candle. I have a waxy surface. I was born in a big factory and had lived in an old store for six months before a little boy took me home one day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12.1599998474121px; line-height: 1.3em;\"> The little boy held me in his hand when he stepped in his home. I could see his home was small, filthy and in poor condition. I knew that he was poor. He put me in his drawer and had never taken me out after buying me for four months. I lived in the dirty drawer, feeling like suffocated. Disgusting!<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;\"><span style=\"text-indent: 24pt; font-size: 12.1599998474121px; line-height: 1.3em;\">\u201cOh my goodness, why am I so unlucky to have this master?\u201d I always thought. His drawer was empty. I could chat with nobody. The thing that I could do was only &#8212; self talk.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12.1599998474121px; line-height: 1.3em; text-indent: 24pt;\">One evening, the little boy took me out. His room was full of darkness. I looked at his lamp. I thought it had been broken. The little boy stared at me for a while, sounded like thinking if he should lit me up. He got a match and lit me up. I felt quite happy as I didn\u2019t need to stay in his drawer anymore. Yet, I felt quite sad as I would lose my life so soon\u2026 \u00a0That time, I saw the little boy doing his study hard. The fire in his heart was even brighter than mine. I couldn\u2019t say anything and I didn\u2019t know what to say. My body kept burning. I became shorter and shorter. I turned white and I felt weaker and weaker\u2026 \u00a0I didn\u2019t know why I did want to use all my effort to light up myself for my master. Ten minutes&#8230; twenty minutes\u2026 thirty minutes\u2026 I couldn\u2019t stand still or open my eyes anymore. The last image I saw was the little boy having slept on his desk\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12.1599998474121px; line-height: 1.3em;\">At that moment, I felt pleased and satisfied. I was glad to be your candle, master. I was glad to light up your life. I was just a simple candle, not like the candle of the candlelight dinner, not like the candle for the birthday cake. Yet, \u2026 it was good to be a\u2026 simple candle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;\"><span style=\"text-indent: 24pt; font-size: 12.1599998474121px; line-height: 1.3em;\">Simple, but fighting till the last moment of my life to serve!<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12.1599998474121px; line-height: 1.3em;\">I am a red, thick candle. I have a waxy surface. I was born in a big factory and had lived in an old store for six months before a little boy took me home one day.<\/span><\/p><p class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12.1599998474121px; line-height: 1.3em;\">The little boy held me in his hand when he stepped in his home. I could see his home was small, filthy and in poor condition. 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