Hello how are you i hope you are well.
My little boy, no matter how old, is a little below eight or a little above nine. It may be between eight and nine again. Sadly, I don't know the exact age of the boy. I can't keep an account of my own age, but one day I will have to give an account of every day, every time and every action of life!
My relationship with the boy is very intimate. Just as we have great joys and have great sorrows, the little ones also have small joys and small sorrows. The fact that I am saying 'small' is just from our point of view. From their point of view, however, the joy of discovering eggs in the bird's nest and the sadness of the death of the caged pet bird is no less than the great sorrow of the adults. If the little ones can feel the small sorrows or joys with the adults, then an intimate relationship is formed with the little ones. I remember an incident a long time ago. Talking to a man nearby. At that moment, I saw his little boy running to his father. I realized from the expression on my little face that something exciting had happened. The boy came to his father and said with big eyes, you know, father, not on my hook, such a big putimacha has grown! Where is our urgent discussion, and where is a small ‘big’ putimacha! The friend said, go! Don't bother! Don't you see we're talking!
Alas baby! Where is the expression on his face, where is the thrill of his ignorant mind! Absolutely as if it went silent. The fair face turned black. He lowered his head and moved away slowly like a criminal.
Later I went to the pond and saw that he was sitting with his face heavy. The rod is lying on the side. I turned my hand on my head and said, where can I see your big putimachata! I'm not his father, but the expression on his face came back, he removed the lid of the pot and said, this is how big, no! I said, that's right, it's too big! Let's catch more fish! The boy was so happy that day! Now he's old enough, and he's unknowingly forgotten about that 'big' putimacha!
I try to share my son's joys and sorrows, so our relationship is very intimate. When he was younger, of course, his mother's lap was his favorite. I didn't want to come to my father's lap very much. If I extended my hand, it would be more wrapped around my mother's lap. What is the father's lap and mother's lap!
So I could see from afar, how sweetly she smiled when she got up on her mother's lap, and how sweetly she cried to get up on her mother's lap!
Her friendship with me started when she came down from her mother's lap, and started going to the back garden of the house holding her father's hand.
Very nice. Beautiful Flowers Roses.