Good Friend

Dear Sum Sum,

Mama finally got the chance to meet with your special 'good friend' at your school picnic.

You have mentioned about him quite a few times in the past few weeks. You would say that he is your good friend, and you are his good friend, and you are his ONLY good friend, he has no other good friend. You would also mention him when you helped decorating the Christmas tree: putting two snowmen together claiming one is him, one is you.

Seriously, mama was impressed by your persistence from what I observed during the school picnic: how you squeezed your way through the crowd to stand next to him, or to follow him around to play, or to sit next to him to eat.

Papa blamed it all to mama. Guess I should not have told him I remember my own first sense of 'liking' a boy was since kindergarten too. But from my observation of your 'good friend', I'm afraid he is more like your papa who didn't have a sense of 'puppy love' until Primary 4 (assuming that's true!).

Hope you don't mind mama putting up this post - well, probably you would! At least during certain years in your life. It's just such sweet memory not only for mama to treasure and record, but for the future you to recall and savour as well.

Love,
Mama.