I didn’t know how much time I had with this child. He wasn’t my favourite. In fact, he used to make me so fuming mad. Each week, I was peeling him like an onion. Boy was he a tough nut to crack. But work, we must. We fought battles, comforted him, dried those tears, said words of encouragement, prayed...and today, he is a changed boy. I am so proud of this child. The time is up now, and we must soon part ways. I’m really going to miss him. It was then I realized how much I love my job, and that I have grown attached to them....and saying goodbye is tough. This child taught me what it means to be resilient. When I was a child, my parents fought often, and the worst part was when they had cold war. As research has shown, the worst feeling to a child is when their parents do not communicate. I felt that. Despite all that, I am thankful that my parents are still together, and they have always provided all my basic needs. I led a rather sheltered life. The kids brought me to their world...and they challenged me to love them. I did... slowly. It took us weeks to play soccer together. Learning took place outside of the classroom. We sat on the ledge of the street soccer court, at the basketball court, on the floor of the void deck, at the staircase... what an experience. Sometimes I think these kids know better how to deal with some of the issues. What we have to offer is a combination of research materials, what we have learnt and observed, and what we believe. These children live and face those problems and themes everyday. Just like how they showed me a glimpse of their world, I try to offer them a glimpse of my world through the outings, and sharing of my own (though not too personal) stories when we have a moment to share. I am here, hoping that one day the seeds I plant will grow. Thank you child for teaching me. Loyalty is your strength... I’m proud of you. :)