Morning in class was filled with excited learners. As I passed, each would smile broadly at me then return to the activities. Break was approaching. It was time to call them together.
“Does anyone have any suggestions for our next session?”
One child suggested, “Sir, you could remove the makeup.”
I remembered my young daughter’s farewell as I left for school, “You look pretty now daddy.”
After a late night, I had dozed off at breakfast in the morning.
“Out of the mouths of babes,” I sighed as I looked in a mirror and realised what my daughter had meant when saying I now looked pretty.