“If you love a flower
that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the star at night. All the stars
are a-bloom with flowers.” – The Little Prince
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| Me with my beautiful, blooming rose :-) |
She entered our room on the first day of classes, a shy and
sweet little thing, with bright eyes and a lovely smile. She seemed quite proud
of her purple Elsa dress - she held the edges of her skirt and swayed slightly.
Her name was Princess, her yaya shared. I stepped forward to greet her, and to
invite her to create a costume with the pieces of fabric we had laid out for
the children’s use. She promptly burst into tears. We soon began the class. Her
tears escalated into sobs, the sobs morphed into loud wails thus causing my
co-teacher, Neil, to take her out for a breather. She no longer wished to
return after that. And so ended our first day.
Princess arrived the next workshop day in a blue Elsa dress.
She took a few, tentative steps from the door, looked around the room and the
classmates that were calling her, and was quiet. I held my breath, waiting for
her reaction. And yes, she burst into tears again. This time, however, and after
much persuasion, she agrees to stay inside the room. And so ended day number
two.
