that little boy by the letter box with his dad… the smile and the wave were so genuine i can’t exactly describe, but it got me smiling back, from the bottom of my heart. times like that make me feel like i can understand khair’s ‘how can anyone not love kids’. though i don’t exactly like kids more than i should, but i have to admit that one of the sweeter scenes to witness in life is to see a guy playing and getting along well with kids. “kids are like plain sheets of paper, stainless and pure”, that’s how the mother at home often describe kids to be and i never disagree before.
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