With how engrossed I easily become to such adorable kids whom I see outside, there is no limit to the things that I could do to show that special fondness to them. Like rounding this child’s eye with a surprise flashed shot from my digital camera.
Meet Amar, born to an Iraqi father and a Filipina mother. I sat beside him in a jeepney in Pampanga. Fair complexioned, high cheek-boned, with long, upward lashes. Quite tall for his age of just a year. So cute! And he was sporting a blue shirt with Bart Simpson in it, who is by the way my favorite cartoon character. It would not be so hard to tell where he got those beautiful features, especially if you’ve seen the mother who carried this child on her lap. Let’s just say, I initially thought she was Amar’s personal
yaya. I may be mean, but it was what I really thought.
I love kids. I mean, I really enjoy being with children. I don’t exactly know what it is called, but there’s just this special fondness that I have of them and it makes me go high. It’s like I can be my most comfortable self to unconsciously pick my nose in front of them, and I won’t even be any kind of embarrassed in doing it. It must be the rawness of their minds, the innocence that people mistake as being less intelligent, when most of us know that they can even be way smarter than us sometimes— that draws me to them. Here I am stuck at getting older, technically acquiring more knowledge and experience, yet making things more complicated. I then talk to any kid licking on his ice cream, and I am again reminded of how life can just be anyone’s coned vanilla. Plain and smart-ass simple.
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