Story#1 Sweet baby

I still remembered my conversation with a kid

• Baby, what are you holding on your hand?
• It’s a heart (made from paper)
• Who folded it for you?
• My grandfather did it for me.
• So what does the heart do?
• The heart is to love ❤️

One day in winter that year, my heart was getting warm and sweet.

She was one of “my children” when i worked as teacher assistant in English centre Royal city. I played and studied together with them. Sometime i looked like a friend, a sister and sometime a mother.
She especially followed me anywhen she went to class.
She could talk nonstop some hours 🤣. I wondered that she was tired or not
A child is always innocent as angle. And my baby is as sweet as lollipop she shared everytime coming to me
Perhaps she forgets who i am now. A child cant remember anything so long. It is easy to understand. But I know that at that time, i was always in her heart. That’s enough
I wish you are usually sweet as you were, baby.
Always miss you!