Chapter 8 — Thien Kim Has Super Bad Memory

【I found out later, it was ribs and cakes.】 After the live broadcast ended, my mother chased after me. In her hand she carried a thermos. "Nien Niem." "This is mother's stew." I finally accepted it. "Thank you." I ignored her collapsed expression, hugged the thermos and walked out. When I got to the door, Tham Dieu called me back. "Nien Niem, you like eating ribs, right?" I thought. "Not sure." "I like it today." "Tomorrow I might forget." I waved at him, turned around and got into the program crew's car. The director asked me: "Where to next?" I looked at the moon outside the window. "Let's go eat." "Then take me back to school." The director was surprised: "Are you still in school?" I was also surprised. "That's right." "Looks like I haven't graduated yet." As usual, the corner of the director's mouth twitched again. At this moment, the phone rang. This is a notice sent by the school. 【The Kinh Dai junior class office has sent you a letter confirming your admission, please reply within three days.】 The director leaned closer, his voice trembling. "Tham Niem, did you still take the exam for the Kinh Dai junior class?" I blinked blankly. "Forgot." He almost couldn't breathe. I stuffed my phone into my pocket, looked at the moon outside the window rising higher and higher, remembering the music when I was five years old. Mom didn't come to pick me up. But it's okay. I have grown to the point where I can walk on my own.