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Mon garçon. It est dix-huit aujourd’hui.

Something about my child ...

Back many years ago, when his 4th grade teacher asked all the parents to write something about their child, I wrote her a little story about him, and here it is ... Lots of good memory.

Something about my child ...

My little Andrew

Finally, after being married for 7 years, my wife gave birth to a very long time expected baby.

He was named Andrew, since we wanted his name to start with letter A, with the hope that the name started with first letter of the alphabet might get him more getting ahead, more advance, or making him more initiatively.

  

Somehow, we don't have anymore child, even though we are both looking forward to have more. He first asked for a brother to play with, but years after years, his brother has never showed up, then he asked for a sibling, no matter that a brother or a sister, just to have somebody to play with, to hang out with, but the sister has not come either.

Then, he is looking for friends.

At some angle, parents cannot replace friends.

Although we've  tried hard to play with him, to get along with him, he still needs somebody at about his age to play with.

He loves his friends so much. He talks a lot about his friends. He is willing to give out anything he has to keep his friends.

One time, on a trip to Vietnam, my wife lost her purse in a restroom in Hongkong. She cried a lot since we put about six thousand dollars in her purse (Banking in Vietnam is not convenient at all, that's why people take cash to Vietnam). Andrew came, cried with his mom, hugged his mom with his little arms and said, "Don't worry mom, use my money! I have some money!" The "money" he mentioned about was 10 dollars that his mom gave to him before the trip to keep in case!

Since he is the only child we have, we hope a lot in him.

We send him to swimming , piano, basketball, ... classes with the hope that will help him in the future. Luckily, now he swims like a little fish, and plays piano pretty well!

He doesn't like piano class though. Well, we have to explain to him that we enjoy hearing him playing piano, and it's the way to pay us back all the effort, the love that we put on him. Then, he understands and stops complaining about piano class.

In class, he normally gets high score. The newest API result shows that he has 600 points on Math (it's the maximum), and 465 points on English Language Art.

He loves math, and science. His dream is to be an inventor, or an scientist. It's hard to explain to him that to be inventor or scientist, first he has to study.

Normally, I check his work, homework every evening. And before going to sleep, I always try to revise with him something he learns from school in that day.

To you, he's just a little child like other 24 children in your class, but to my wife and I, he's all that we have.