guys, i need to share something heart-warming with you. i've been tutoring a few neighbourhood kids for the past couple of years. it started as a small thing that i did during my long break. today was my last day as their tutor since i am moving for my collage. we threw a small party, gave everyone treats, and all as a good bye. and two of them, a brother and sister, one is eleven and one is seven, they both gave me little presents. i didn't know what it was until i opened it and a lots of handwritten messages and drawing started literally flowing out of it. the eleven year old wrote a letter about how i was not just a teacher to him, but also a sister and bestfriend whom he will miss dearly. and the seven year old drew lots of pictures of me, sitting on the swing, teaching, holding her hand, and tons and tons of i love you messages in small paper bits.
i was so touched that i burst out crying in front of them. it's not about the gifts, it's the effort they put in the prepare the gift. when my mom used to get these gifts on teachers day i didn't know why it was so precious back then, but now i understand. i felt so happy that i decided to teach them. one of the best decisions ever