Warming up for daily school life starts today. After one year, the school tried a full week with full capacity. Couldn’t help feeling uneasy, but, let just see.
Today is an odd number license, so we took taxi to go there. Little girl keeps talking excitedly along the trip. When she saw squirrel before the last turn to her school, she couldn’t stop talking and commenting about the squirrel. I mostly listened and gave one or two short remarks once in a while.
I just dropped her and asked the driver to send me back home.
After she got off, the driver asked,
“Itu sekolah luar negeri? Bagus ya sekolahnya, hijau”.
“Ngga pak,sekolah biasa”.
“Anak tadi orang mana?”
“Maksudnya?”
“Iya anak kecil tadi orangtuanya orang mana?
“Orang Indonesia”.
“Oh, masa? Ngga kliatan kaya orang Indonesia. Saya kira orangtuanya bukan orang sini”.
I almost laughed out loud after the convo. But, not really in the mood to fix the misunderstanding. Today, I prefer being misunderstood to spending the energy explaining the truth.
My mind was busy worrying about sending the little girl to the real life jungle. The jungle full of talking where she should catch up quickly and interpreting many unspoken word and facial expressions. The hard work of making friends.
Just like the situation above, she might deal with so many misunderstandings out there while dealing with her limitation on her own. Just thinking about that makes my heart cry.
I pray so loudly may she will always be taken care of wherever she is. May she meet the kind ones. May she is given the strength to face whatever thing she has to deal with.
Amin. Amin. Amin.
Bon courage, Be!
(It’s me who needs more encouragement).
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