As a mother, her heart was always filled with worry, especially about her children adapting to preschool. She was haunted by the thought of them crying alone, hidden away from the eyes of their teachers.
Just a few days ago, she had picked them up from school, and they were in tears.
Today was a little better. Their tears were replaced by laughter.
"Good job, kiddos. Momma got you guys some balloons. Go pick out your favorite ones."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"I want the bunny one!"
Like two little bunnies themselves, they scampered off towards the old man selling the balloons.
The old man kindly bent down to let the two little ones choose.
Now that they had happily adjusted to their new school, Ellinor breathed a sigh of relief.
That was when she noticed that Baber wasn't picking out a balloon. He was standing alone with his head hung low.
"What's wrong, Baber? Why aren't you picking out a balloon?" Ellinor asked gently.
Baber looked at her, startled. "I can have one too?"
Ellinor frowned. "Why wouldn't you? Wouldn't Momma get one for you?"
Baber's eyes lit up, and he smiled. "Thank you, Momma!"
He finally went to pick out a balloon. But he was so polite that he waited for his little siblings to pick theirs first.
Ellinor looked worried as she watched Baber's cautious behavior.
Baber was in preschool now, and he would be starting school next year.
As he was growing older, he seemed to be getting more sensitive, losing the childlike innocence he once possessed.
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