Monchies and I were waiting impatiently patiently in the CRaVy late Saturday afternoon for Bibik who ended up arriving five hours later, when we saw a man with one leg shorter than the other.
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Mommy: Do not stare please!
Kitreena: I’m not! I’m just… emmm… looking… secretly, Ma.
Mommy: That is soooo lah staring okay. He can see you looking at him like that!
Kitreena: But I’ll look away if he looks at me.
Mommy: Stop staring Monch! I mean it. It’s rude!
Kitreena: But… but…
Mommy: Okay you can look now. He’s walked past our car. Look and be thankful to God that you have a good body.
Kitreena: I am thankful. But it makes me sad. I’m sorry his legs are like that. It must be hard for him.
Mommy: Of course we feel sad. But don’t be sorry. He’s fine. He might not have good legs here in this life, Monch. But if he has a good heart, God will give him the most perfect legs in heaven.
Kitreena: But he won’t need perfect legs in heaven Ma.
Mommy: Hah? Why?
Kitreena: God will give him wings there.
Mommy: *is thankful to God that she already has a heaven in her car*
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