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It’s been quite a while since I started washing all bottles, jars, or whatever that goes to recycling bag before throwing it to the residence’s bin. I just do it on my own. Sometimes whenever anyone at home want to throw them right away with all the dirt inside, I either pick it up and clean it or tell them to just put it on the sink and I’ll clean it first. I don’t expect others will clean it and it’s totally okay.
Today, I was cleaning the kitchen and wanted to throw some trash to recycling bag when my eye caught something. This view made me check the refuse bin next to the recycle one to make sure of another view that I had seen yesterday.
I couldn’t help smiling looking at these views.
The cup above was the little girl’s while below was her dad. The 7 years old washed her ice cream cup cleanly before she placed it on the recycle bag while on the below, the 37 years old one simply throw it to the refuse bin as it was.
There are times when all the little things done daily, which sometimes look so insignifant, yet give indescribable feeling like this one. The day when I know that whatever I have done, someone is watching closely. Observe quietly. Then, simply imitate it.
Be it a good or bad thing.
Getting a distinction in an international exam surely felt nice, but, knowing your child is following your example for something good, on her own, nah, that’s another level of feeling great.
A little reward of your parenting turned out can be found in an unexpected place like a trash bag.
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