My morning begins with this kids. Their name is Ispita the younger one in the middle, Yang in the second senior in the right side of the frame and the Santo the most junior of the three. They were standing on the road. Ispita is 10 years old. Yang is a boy of 7 years and the junior Santo is 5 years old. They are friends although there is an age gab between the kids. They are sweet. I always see them playing in the city street. They are close to my home. I have a garden. Sometimes they come to me. If there is some fruits then I serve them. On the other day I gift them some flower. If I have nothing then I try to gossip with them. I am so fond of stranger. They come to me with numerous story. I hear them and make my blog enrich. I am writing to see them in the future. After 5 or 10 or even 25 years later if I still alive I will see how and where I was, who was the person I met and what was their story. I am not a regular writer. I am a busy person. So whenever get some extra time I try to make it in the memory.
Today they were expected me to travel them to a park. So I have to do something for them. I went to the nearby park. There was a lake and a bridge over the lake. We seat on the chair that was for the guest beside this lake. I often visit this park as it is too close to my house.
At the end of our journey we went to Ispita fathers workshop. It was near the park. He works hard to feed his daughter and her good future. Especially every father do the same for their children. Then we went back to our home.
