Top 4 Roleplay Essays where Thuy recounts the story 'The Farewell of the Dolls' - Best Selections

My mother called from outside the room: - Come on, both of you, it's time to divide the toys. Hearing this, I froze and gave a hopeless look to my brother Thanh. Last night, I cried myself to sleep. I woke up early this morning, but he was nowhere to be found. When I went to the garden, I saw him sitting under the starfruit tree. Thanh turned around, I placed my hand on his shoulder and sat beside him. We sat quietly for a long time. The sun began to rise, the flowers in the garden were still blooming, and the sound of birds chirped in the air. Everything seemed the same, yet my heart felt heavy. Our family was well-off, and Thanh and I loved each other dearly. One time, Thanh got a tear on his shirt while playing soccer. I heard the other kids talk about it, so I grabbed a needle and thread and ran to the soccer field. I told him: - Take off your shirt, I’ll fix it. I’ll sew it neatly so mom won’t notice! From then on, every afternoon Thanh would pick me up after school. We would hold hands and talk as we walked. But now, we would have to part forever. I heard the sound of slippers in the house, my mother called: - Thanh, Thuy, where are you? We both startled, quickly standing up and walking toward the house. - It’s time to divide the toys! - My mother ordered. Thanh said: - I’m not dividing anything. I’m giving everything to you. I shook my head in sadness, - Stop arguing. Just divide it! - My mother snapped angrily. I sighed and told Thanh: - Fine, you divide them then. Our toys weren’t many, and Thanh gave me all of them: the toy cards, the plastic fish tank, the seashells, and the colored threads. I didn’t care much until I saw him about to separate the Protector and Little Swallow dolls. I cried out: - You’re really going to separate Protector and Little Swallow? How could you be so cruel! He looked at me with a sad gaze: - I already told you. I’m giving everything to you. But if Thanh gave me everything, who would keep watch for him at night? I asked: - But if you leave everything to me, who will watch over you at night? I placed the dolls back where they were, and they once again clung to each other, their little arms wrapped around each other, gazing up at us with love. I told Thanh: - Look, they’re smiling! We both smiled weakly. After a while, Thanh said: - How about I take you to school for a bit? We walked out together. I tightly held his hand, leaning close to him like we used to when we were little. I looked around, feeling a deep sense of sadness and longing. By noon, we reached the school. The teacher was giving a lesson. We gazed across the schoolyard, from the flagpole to the notice board and the squares of chalk on the pavement. Then, for some reason, I burst into tears. - Oh, Thuy! - The teacher’s startled voice made me jump. I walked into class, tearfully saying: - Teacher, I just came to… say goodbye. Teacher Tam embraced me: - I know what’s happened. I feel for you so much! She turned to the class: - Thuy’s parents are separating. Thuy has to leave our class and go live with her mother in the countryside. A chorus of surprise rose from the class. A few of my closest friends began to cry softly. They came over, holding my hands, and I cried even harder. Teacher Tam went to the desk, opened her bag, and took out a notebook with a golden pen, handing them to me: - I’m giving this to you. When you go to your new school, study hard! I placed the notebook and pen on the desk, hesitating before saying: - Teacher, I can’t take this… I won’t be going to school anymore. - Why not? - Teacher Tam asked in surprise. - My grandma’s house is far from school. My mom says she’ll buy me a basket of fruit to sell at the market. Teacher Tam was stunned. I quickly said goodbye: - Goodbye, teacher. Goodbye, everyone! I left the classroom with Thanh. When we got home, we saw a truck parked outside. The neighbors were helping my mom load up the furniture. I ran inside and opened the toy chest. I pulled out the Protector doll and placed it on Thanh’s bed. Mom came in and gently said: - Let’s go, sweetie. But after a moment, I returned and placed the Little Swallow doll next to Protector. I turned to Thanh and said: - I’m leaving this one with you. You have to promise me you’ll never let them be apart. Remember, you have to promise. When I heard him say, 'I promise,' I felt at peace and left.

My name is Thuy, a girl raised in a wealthy family. I have a brother, Thanh, who loves me dearly, and I also hold him in high regard. Ever since we were young, Thanh and I have been inseparable, sharing everything from school days to every lesson. He was always there to help me with my homework, answering all my questions. One time, when he tore his shirt playing football and was too embarrassed to go home, I rushed to the field with a needle and thread to fix it for him. Everyone around us admired how close we were.

However, one day, my parents broke the news that they were no longer going to stay together. This meant I would have to leave with my mother and live in the countryside, away from my father and brother. After hearing this, I cried every night, my eyes swollen from the tears. I prayed it was just a bad dream, but the days passed, and I knew there was no waking from it.

One morning, my mother asked us to divide our toys. We didn't have many toys, and neither of us wanted to part with them, especially not when we were both drowning in the sadness of separation. In the end, Thanh decided to leave everything for me. I was deeply touched by his gesture, but I knew I couldn’t let him do that. Without his favorite toy, Vệ Sĩ, he would have nightmares. But I couldn’t bear to separate Vệ Sĩ from Em Nhỏ either. The more I thought about it, the more hopeless everything seemed.

At that moment, Thanh decided to take me to school to say goodbye. As we walked down the familiar path, my heart ached with each step. It had never seemed so short, but I couldn’t imagine returning here again. At school, I looked around the playground, the flagpole, the trees, and the notice board, all reminders of what I was leaving behind. Not only would I never return to this school, but I also realized I would no longer be able to attend school at all. When my teacher and classmates found out, they were all very sad, but there was nothing to be done. Not wanting to disrupt the class, I rushed out of the school.

When I arrived home, I saw a truck parked outside, and neighbors were helping my mother load our belongings. I felt a wave of shock, my face pale. I rushed inside, opened the toy box, and took out Vệ Sĩ, placing it beside Thanh's bed. I whispered to it:

- Stay here, Vệ Sĩ! Watch over my brother while he sleeps. I know Em Nhỏ will be lonely without you, but what can we do...

Then, I turned to my brother and said:

- Thanh, if your shirt ever tears again, come to me, and I’ll fix it for you.

After saying that, I followed my mother to the truck. But just as we were leaving, I turned back, handed Em Nhỏ to Thanh, and asked him never to let them be apart. I didn’t want them to suffer like we were. With a heavy heart, I got in the truck and left for the countryside with my mother.

As the truck drove away, I sat silently, my heart heavy with sorrow. I wished it were all just a bad dream. I wished my family could reunite, and everything could go back to the way it was. But I knew it couldn’t be changed. I could only hope that one day, I would see my brother and father again.

As my brother guided me to school, I stood by a tree, secretly watching the surroundings. I tried to imprint the familiar sights in my mind: the hopscotch patterns drawn on the pavement, the bulletin boards, and more, fearing I might not be able to see them again in the future. The longer I gazed, the heavier my heart became, and I couldn’t hold back my tears. Suddenly, Miss Tam called my name, startling me. I walked into the classroom to say my goodbyes to her and my classmates, sobbing uncontrollably and unable to speak. She embraced me and said:

- I know, my dear. I feel so sorry for you!

She then turned to the class:

- Thuy’s parents are divorcing, and she must leave our class and move to her mother’s village.

A collective gasp of shock filled the room. The whole class froze. My closest friends, who had always been by my side, cried in sorrow, rushing to hold my hands. I was deeply moved.

Miss Tam gently pulled my hand away, walked to the podium, and picked up a beautiful golden-capped pen. She handed it to me and said:

- This is for you. When you go to your new school, be sure to continue studying hard.

Though I wanted to accept, I hurriedly placed it on the desk, unable to take it. I replied:

- I can’t take it, Miss. I won’t be attending school anymore.

She looked shocked and asked:

- Why not?

- My grandmother’s village is far from school. My mom said she’ll buy me a basket of fruit so I can sell it at the market, I explained.

Miss Tam’s face turned pale as tears streamed down her face. My friends cried even louder. I longed to stay in their embrace all day, not wanting to leave them. But I feared disturbing the class, so I tearfully said goodbye to everyone.

My brother then led me out of the classroom. My heart was heavy, and it felt unreal. I silently wished this was just a nightmare...

My mother, her voice hoarse, called out from behind the curtain:

- Come on, both of you, share your toys.

As soon as I heard those words, I froze, my heart racing with fear. My eyes, swollen from crying, stared back in hopeless despair. The night before, every time I awoke, I heard the sound of my sobs. My brother clenched his teeth to keep from crying out loud, but tears flowed down his face, soaking his pillow and sleeves.

This morning, he quietly slipped outside before dawn, sitting by the sapodilla tree in the garden. I had followed him unnoticed and gently placed my hand on his shoulder. He pulled me close and softly stroked my hair.

We sat there in silence. The eastern sky began to brighten, and the garden’s dahlias emerged through the morning mist, showing off their bright colors. Sparrows hopped on the branches, chirping away. The street outside buzzed with the sounds of motorcycles, cars, and market-goers chatting. The world felt the same as always, yet the calamity that had struck our family weighed heavily on us.

We had always been a happy, close-knit family. My brother and I loved each other dearly. I was well-behaved and good with my hands. Once, when my brother tore his shirt playing football, afraid of our mother’s punishment, he sat by the field, too scared to return home. I brought a needle and thread all the way to the field and said:

- Take it off, I’ll fix it for you. I’ll sew it neatly, so Mom won’t notice.

Seeing my delicate hands quickly stitching, my brother felt a pang of regret. He had been so absorbed in his friends and games, never noticing how much I cared for him. From then on, he walked me home every evening, holding my hand as we chatted along the way.

But now, we were about to be separated, perhaps forever. I prayed that it was all just a dream.

But then I heard the sound of slippers scuffing on the floor and my mother’s voice again:

- Thanh, Thuy, where are you?

We snapped to attention, and I clung to my brother’s arm as we stood up.

- Time to share your toys! - My mother commanded. My eyes were wide with disbelief as I stumbled into the house. My brother helped me, whispering:

- Don’t worry, I’ll give you all of them.

He repeated it a couple of times before I realized what he meant. I shook my head sadly and said:

- No, I won’t take them. You keep everything.

- Don’t argue. Share them! - My mother snapped angrily as she headed toward the door.

I sniffled, defeated:

- Fine, you can share them.

We didn’t have many toys. I gave almost all of them to him: the checkers set, the plastic fishboard, the seashells, and the box of colored thread. I didn’t care about those things anymore, my eyes distant as I stared into space, occasionally sobbing quietly. But when he pulled out two dolls from the cupboard and placed them apart, I suddenly burst into tears, shouting:

- Are you really going to separate the Guard and the Little One? How could you be so cruel!

He looked at me with a sad expression:

- I told you already. I’ll give you everything.

He carefully placed the Guard next to the Little One, and my eyes softened. But then I had another thought and cried out:

- But who will keep watch for you at night?

He smiled bitterly. In the past, he was always afraid of nightmares, so I would place the Guard doll with a toy knife at his bedside to protect him. That night, he slept soundly without any bad dreams. From then on, every evening, after finishing my homework, I would “arm” the Guard and place it by his bed. In the morning, I would remove the knife and put the doll back next to the Little One. The two dolls had always been inseparable, and now, seeing him separate them, I couldn’t bear it. We just sat there, neither wanting to divide nor keep the toys. After a while, I placed the dolls back together, their arms wrapped around each other in a loving embrace, and I smiled again:

- Look, they’re laughing!

He tried to smile too, but tears welled up in his eyes.

Then my mood sank again:

- Why hasn’t Dad come back yet? I won’t even get to say goodbye to him.

He glanced toward Dad’s room. Dad had been gone for days. My brother’s face was full of pain. I was always so thoughtful and loving, and now, it seemed like everything was falling apart.

- Maybe I’ll walk you to school for a little while.

He stood up, handed me a wet towel, and I wiped my tears before fixing my hair in the mirror. We walked down the familiar red dirt road of our hometown. Occasionally, I would stop, my eyes lost in the familiar sights of a tree or house we had passed a thousand times before.

By noon, we finally reached the school. He led me to Class 4B. Teacher Tam was giving a lesson. We stood quietly by the tree outside the classroom. I bit my lip, staring around the schoolyard from the flagpole to the bulletin board and the checkered games drawn on the sidewalk. Then I broke down, sobbing.

- Oh, Thuy! - Teacher Tam’s shocked voice made my brother jump.

I stepped into the classroom:

- Teacher, I just came to say goodbye... - I sobbed.

Teacher Tam embraced me tightly:

- I know what happened. I’m so sorry for you!

She turned to the class and said:

- Thuy’s parents are getting divorced. She has to leave us and go back to her mother’s village.

There was a collective gasp of surprise. The class froze in shock. Some of my closest friends, the ones who had shared everything with me, cried as they ran over to hold my hand, not wanting to let go. Teacher Tam gently pulled me away and opened her bag. She took out a notebook and a beautiful gold-capped pen and handed them to me:

- This is a gift for you. At your new school, do your best!

I quickly placed the notebook and pen on the desk and said:

- I can’t accept them... I won’t be going to school anymore.

- What do you mean? - Teacher Tam was shocked.

- My grandmother lives far from the school. Mom said she’ll buy me a basket of fruit to sell at the market.

Teacher Tam’s face turned pale, tears streaming down her face. The class cried harder. I tried to pull myself together and said through my tears:

- Goodbye, Teacher, goodbye everyone, I have to go now.

My brother led me out of the classroom. The teachers stopped their lessons and watched us with sympathy. As we left the school, my brother was shocked to see that everything outside was still normal. The sun shone brightly, and people walked by as usual.

When we reached home, my brother saw a truck parked outside. Neighbors were helping my mother load our belongings into the truck.

The sudden farewell was overwhelming. I felt numb, my face pale. I ran inside and opened my toy box. I took out the Guard doll and placed it on my brother’s bed, then hugged it tightly, kissing its face and whispering:

- Guard, please stay and watch over my brother while he sleeps! Little One will miss you, but what can we do...

I cried and ran to hold my brother’s hand, saying:

- Brother, if your shirt ever tears again, come to me, I’ll fix it for you...

My brother cried too. My mother came in from outside, gently stroking my hair and taking my hand:

- Come on, dear.

Through my tears, I saw my brother looking at me as I climbed into the truck. Suddenly, I jumped out and ran back to him, holding the Little One doll. I placed it next to the Guard doll on the bed and said:

- I’ll leave it here. You must promise me they will never be separated. Do you hear me? Promise me!

- I promise, I promise.

My brother answered, his voice trembling as he stood rooted to the spot, watching me climb into the truck. The engine roared, and the truck sped off, disappearing into the distance.