So we just got back from dinner, and he rushes upstairs for the toilet, as usual, seeing that we share the same toilet. So yeah, I expected him to be in the toilet. But he was behind my room door, the moment I stepped in, he jumped out and attacked me.
I don't want to be a hypocrite. I'm not going to write a 700 word article on refugees and how to help them and not react myself. I will help these kids. Right now, I can only do the little things, in hope that I would bring a smile to a child's face. But when I have the chance to, I'll reach out to them and I'll learn to be vulnerable yet strong like them. They deserve the best of this world. They deserve it more than I do.