The little girl's dilemma

Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. Well, you probably know what kinda girl she was but no harm mentioning again, she's a plain, simple and ordinary girl. That week, her class at school was preparing for a play to be presented to all parents on graduation day. Every one in the class had a role to play in the production. That day, the teacher was allocating roles for the pupils and was trying to explain them to the pupils. The little girl was a little confused about her role but she wanted to play her role well hoping that the class's production will go well and smoothly. She tried to ask questions, thinking that she should not make any assumptions but apparently, the teacher wasn't too pleased with all the questions. The teacher was puzzled by all her questions, wondering why this girl was not following all the explanation given. The little girl started to doubt herself, wondering if she should ever raise a question...or should she just keep quiet, but she knew this wasn't really her. She started thinking hard on her way home, she felt she really tried her best to understand what the teacher was trying to explain but...somehow she's still not clear about certain details. The more she thought about the teacher's reaction to her questions, the more frustrated and upset she felt. A train of thoughts went through her mind...Do you mean we were not supposed to ask questions? Will remaining quiet mean that she's a good girl?...Why didn't her teacher try to understand from her perspective?...The little girl remembered what her father told her about people, there are all kinds of people in this world, at times, they don't think the way we do, they are different, you can't expect every one to think, say or do things like you do...But...but deep in her heart, the little girl still wished that her teacher would spend a little time to understanding her side of the story. The little girl was in a dilemma, wondering if she should ever open her mouth again...or was she just confused? It seemed like it had been a confusing week for her. Maybe, at times, she just needed to learn to live in a confused state. That night, she was too tired to think, she hid herself underneath her blanklet, hugging her pillow, smelling it and hoping the familiar smell would be able to bring some comfort. She closed her eyes and wished the week would pass soon. It was a chilly night. Not long after, in a dilemma or not, confused or not, she fell asleep...