I got to make a " mute " talk. That was an achievement on its own. Today, she ran with a big smile towards me when she saw me standing outside her classroom, waiting to pick her up for our one-one session.

The feeling is just indescribable. Plain indescribable.

And all I did was to let her play yesterday and she opened up. That is about it. Play. AND guess what? I played along with her too! Well, the idea of letting her play was actually my CT's. I was told to observe her playing for information gathering purpose but watching her stare at the toys with a blank expression did not give me much of an information so I decided to be a kid too!

And woooow! It was sooo fun! Ahem, being a natural klutz when it comes to making things does help. It allowed me to gel in with her. Well, blurness does have its benefits because me and building/making things are just poles a part so you can imagine her thrill seeing someone older than her actually struggling to make a heart look like a heart and a butterfly to look like one while she on the other hand was working her fingers with so much ease, connecting the disc-shaped puzzles to form "motor-cycle", "car" and "rose". She must have felt superior for that moment. The best part is, they all looked nothing like what she described them to be!

The motor cycle were actually just 3 discs put together in a straight line while the rose was just a clutter of discs put together to look like well, a circle to me. haha. Funny because, while I was using my butter fingers to ACTUALLY make a butterfly, there was a kid just enjoying herself putting the puzzles together randomly to create her "motor-cycles" and "rose".

Yea, perfection is not always everything.

I have to admit she was actually one of my most dreaded kid to work with because I just could not get her to talk one full sentence in a conversation! My questions were either answered with a shrug or a word that barely made any sense to the question and mind you, she has no learning disability of sorts. Just low literacy.

Her smile has really touched me and the sight of her running out of class rather than drag her feet is just so...once again, indescribable. (don't mind the repetition of words because honestly, I am lost for words.).

So yea, the story of my pass two days.

I feel so touched. These pass three months have taught me a lot - in becoming a human.

I even think twice before I waste food. Yes. I have learned a lot. Seeing underprivileged kids fighting for something as insignificant as a piece of plain bun with a piece of hot dog, commonly called hot dog bun is just something I honestly cannot take. It has been almost a month yet, it is something I still see in my mind every time I want to throw edible food remains into the dustbin.

But yup, in time to come, I must not let my emotions take over logic because me being me, it is never a good thing.

For now, I will thank GOD for everything I have, everything I do not have and everything I am going to have in the future to come.