I was driving slowly towards my mom's place when I noticed my two kids wandering about with their two friends at the parking lot near their school. I rolled down the window and was about to 'lecture' them on 'I told you not to go out' thingy but I held my peace when I noticed my daughter's tear stained cheeks.
Her story. . .
Jan Jan (my cousin) and the other boys laughed when Able (a smaller boy) fell. They didn't even help him get up and so we did (pointing to herself, my son and Able's sister Avie). Now, they don't even want to play with Able.
Then, tears came streaming down her cheeks. I looked at Avie and she was also in tears. While the two were crying, I looked at the 'victim'. . .there was indeed a bruise on his head and mud streaks on parts of his face. But he was smiling as if nothing happened.
Kids....they have compassion for even the tiniest and simplest thing in life. . . .
1 comment:
Hi Lola, I've just found your blog. Thanks for putting me in your blog list.
Sounds like your kids are as kind and compassionate as their mother..:)
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