Passing Notes

Oh the load on young children today. Their lives seem so complex. Do the immense five minutes of addition you have to do and the rest is just playing, eating, and sleeping. Wow I wish I were one of them again. Even though I can no longer be one, I cans still love them! My favorite seven-year-old in the world is Niva's little brother Armond. He is the most adorable thing I have ever seen! One day, Niva's parents picked me up from school and I was an additional wheel since there were now six people in their normally perfectly fitting five seater car. Since no one wanted to keep Army (Armond's nickname) in their lap for the fifteen minute ride home, I gladly volunteered. On the way home, we began to talk about our favorite candy. He gave me a whole lists of different kinds of chocolates and other sweets which he adores, and then he inquired what my favorite one was. I proudly told him chocolate raisins, since I am incapable of watching a movie at the theater without a box of them. He looked at my with a horrified and disgusted face as if I was a mutation or something. How upsetting. It seemed like he thought I was a creep for liking them. However, my thoughts were proved wrong when about two weeks later Niva handed me a plastic bag containing a mere seven chocolate raisons and a large green index card from her adorable little brother. I was ecstatic that he had thought of me when he had gazed upon the candy which he viewed as poison. Though this was a year and half ago, I have still not thrown away the captivating document which was given to me by this little boy.

“A person's a person, no matter how small.” - Dr. Seuss

Living One Day At A Time,
Avni