Last Monday, on our way back from Cameron Highlands to Bukit Mertajam, we stopped at Kuala Kangsar to pay a visit to my wife’s cousin sister. At the same time I could take a nap there before we continued our journey back home.
Kiyoshi, the only grandson of the cousin sister, was very delighted to see us. He personally gave me 2 pieces of ice cream cakes, telling me to eat one first and to keep the other for the next day. A moment later, he took out from the freezer one of his remaining two cups of ice cream to offer me. I politely turned down the gesture.
Kiyoshi is much closed to me as I am his sole play mate in the house whenever I pay a visit to Kuala Kangsar. He is a cute, energetic and intelligent boy. At the age of 5, he is very playful. The elders have bought him a lot of toys to play. What he really lacks, is not the toys, but the playmate(s).Kiyoshi, the only grandson of the cousin sister, was very delighted to see us. He personally gave me 2 pieces of ice cream cakes, telling me to eat one first and to keep the other for the next day. A moment later, he took out from the freezer one of his remaining two cups of ice cream to offer me. I politely turned down the gesture.
As there was no child around to play with, I was made his Hobson’s choice. I did not want to disappoint him, so I tried to be quite obliging to cooperate with him, to play whatever games introduced by him. We kicked football; played basketball, badminton, snooker, golf and others. Hiroshi was very creative. He would introduce rules or ways of playing a game.
Once, he did show me how he “repaired” his toy electric car, imitating his mechanic father. At another time, he patiently narrated the stories of his pet, a tortoise.
Although Kiyoshi was playful, he was very rational and understanding. He knew that I was very tired after a long journey; he would allow me to take a nap first. He then played quietly by himself without making noise. After the short nap, I joined him in his play until it was time for us to leave the house.
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