This is Sreymao
Sometimes she tackles me. Sometimes she bounces up and down raising her
hand for every question in class. Sometimes she sits through the entire
class with a pencil up her nose. Sometimes she yells at me until she has
my attention.
I love her. When I see her running towards me for a
tackle hug, my heart does a little flip. When I see her do something
silly or precious in class I just want to ditch all the other students
and sit and play with her.
Jesus feels the same way about Sreymao. He’s in love with her too.
