02 July 2009
Alice
)Published on July 2nd, 2009 @ 09:26:44 pm, using 199 words, 236 views
I’ve been out of that classroom for over twelve hours now and I’m still smiling. Alice is her name. The reason for my extended smile, this day-long smile. Perfect little girl. Six years into her life journey and already capable of so much. That makes sense, I guess. The more experience we accumulate, the more layers we pile on to hide everything that has come to be recognized as quintessentially a child’s. Innocence. Openness. Impulsiveness. Generosity.
Alice sat in on my morning class, a proper young lady, looking around, drawing, mimicking my gestures and flashing disarming smiles at those repeating strangers who oddly and unquestioningly followed my lead. An hour or so into those ninety minutes of valiant effort towards a worthy goal, she quite simply stood up, smiled and came towards me with open arms. A singular, remarkable, reasonless hug… I was given.
She granted me the break I don’t allow myself to take. She brought persistent smiles to our lips, tears to our eyes and a collective ‘Awwwwwwww…’
She’s the stuff angels are made of.
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