Kai Mykonos, the Not So Little One, is growing so fast like a weed that I often am breathless at her development. A week ago, while the rains poured non-stop outside the window, I stopped from what I was handwriting in my notebook and noticed her scribbling also in her own notebook on my husband's bed. She looked like a little old lady with legs bent and covered with a blanket. I snapped this picture of her.
Later, she handed me the page where she had written her short composition. I am quoting it in full without any editing. It's the sort of thing that makes a grandma's heart swell.
Here is Kai's voice:
My lola always love to write about the things that happened last time. So I decided I will have a go. So I tried it and it struck me to a diary. I loved it so mutch that I wanted to do when it is Saturday afternoon. When I grow up I wish to learn how to write diary's with cursive. Then learn to draw things that are also wonderful. So thank you dear lola, to make me your granddaughter. Love Kai
Photos by Babeth Lolarga
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