One evening, my neighbors Mi Shwe Po, Tati and Bosengma are more than six years old. Three children about seven years old came running to me.
If they are like that, they always come to me every time they leave school. I also fed the children with bread and water. Now when I distributed the bread to them as usual, the three children were curious about what I had given them. Then Tati said –
When he asked, "What's wrong, Dad..." I also laughed.
"Aye...that's called sugar cane, Made from sugarcane juice... When my father was young, I was very good at going to school... As for you, I don't even know anymore... Very sweet like a palm tree... Palm oil is made from palm sap..., As for the sugarcane, I made the sugarcane juice. A friend of father's came to visit and left it for the children on purpose," he had to explain. ゞ The three of you also bit into the sugarcane husk and tasted it. And then Tati
"Babre...I laughed so much when I was leaving school this evening... I'm grimacing because I can't get up because my legs are lame... As I was about to cry... We had to drag and bring him..." said the boarder while winking at Tati.
"How can he be himself?" It's cool...if you're like that, I'm not going to stick together and throw you down..." He argued. Then I –
"It's cold ... just like that ... If you sit still for a long time, your legs often cramp... In the future, if someone experiences something like that, remember this little trick...
Houses often have nephews, don't they? With a small hammer like this, gently tap the numb area...it's not too big. Remember that way,
Now... now... it's going to stop raining.. Take a shower and have dinner. Let's study together..." he told the three children
"Yes, Father..." they all said, and the children ran away from my lap with joyful steps. .
Zen Johnny
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