Michelle was one of those seven years old whom i taught. Once she came to class with a worn out doll in her arms. She was hugging it lovingly as i spoke to her.
"Is that your doll?" came the rhetoric question.
"Yes and I love her even more because she is in the same pitiful condition as me" she replied.
"Why is that so?"
"Oh, she also has no Daddy like me!" Michelle explained.
See, Michelle's father left her when she was only a tiny baby. At least she could find comfort in the doll which she could identify with.
Some incidences in life that seem so meaningful and worth reflecting. Enjoy! :)
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