This song reminds me of my rowdy student each time his father would come to me to get his report card. I could see my student's scared countenance and the eyes of his father seemingly in rage. I've always wanted the father to know how his son behaves in my class at times..like the couple of troubles he makes, but there's something within me that's pulling me not to. At times, only my sharp look and silence make him stop and behave in one corner. The last time we're together, he came to me showing his sweet gesture.
No matter what..and in how much manner a child has grown to be, I've always believed that every child is special.
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