This is my son, whom love. He may be 1.9m tall but he doesn’t know the right way to do many things. He may stand too near to you on the escalator. He may fart in the lift. He may bump into you. Or snatch the priority seat from you. He may even laugh when you cry. He may try to close your opened door. He may reach out to straighten the fold on your sleeve. But he doesn’t mean any harm.


Certainly I have tried teaching him the ways of our world, but it may not stick because he doesn’t understand or maybe he doesn’t see the point. He is simple of heart. He likes to learn. He can sense kindness. I continue to hope that he’d adapt so that one day when I have to leave him, he won’t be lost and helpless. Meanwhile, please be patient with him. And if you can, help him reach for the higher place.