I am a very close friend and indispensable to the students, thanks to me that students can study and do better. But I am just a thing, over time, I get old and worn out, no longer new, perhaps because of that you forgot me. I am a book.
I'm a Vietnamese textbook. in the learning process. And then I found my master, a very pretty little girl. I was very happy and excited because it was time for me to do my noble duties. I told myself to promote my abilities well, bring knowledge and useful things to my little mistress. When I was first bought, I was very fond of and carefully taken care of by my owner. Every day I go to school with my boss, my pages are a rich source of knowledge for her to study and learn. As time went by, during using, I gradually curved the edge, folded the edge and got old, sometimes even dirty because she dropped it. Then one day, a neighbor friend asked me to borrow me to do my homework, but the owner, because she was also doing her homework, did not want to lend me, the other friend deliberately grabbed me from the mistress's hand, so I torn in half.
Since that day, I was glued but crumpled and no longer new so the girl's mother bought her a new book. I was placed in the corner of the cupboard, I felt very sad and knew that I was really forgotten.