She, standing at maybe just slightly taller than my waist looked up at the painter and called out, "Hello, uncle!"
It's such a cute sight that I couldn't help smiling at. It was along the corridor when we were walking to the gate to go home. Come to think of it, I don't even remember the last time I smiled in class. I'm trying hard to maintain an image which the children would at least fear a little. Smiling is like a weakness which gives the kids the go-ahead to try to play the fool.
She repeated herself when the painter just concentrated on his work while standing on the scaffold, ignoring her. It's such a sincere acknowledgement of his presence from her. Only children will do such a thing and even then, not all children.
Poor thing... Haha...Labels: Work
Serendipity believed today at 7:13 PM
