So my heart got stolen by a little tyke at Sunday School again.
"Jiejie Wai Jia, why are your hands so cold? Come, I WARM THEM FOR YOU."
And little Darius proceeded to rub my hands against his.
Later when church had ended and I was in the bookshop queuing up, a little face popped out of nowhere and he shouted, "I FOUND YOUR FACE!!!"
As if my face were lost in a crowd or something, like how I sometimes feel lost in this big world out there, as if he had to search it out because part of it belonged to him and he wanted me to know it. I wondered if anyone would ever take that kind of effort to find me someday.
He is five years old.
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