DAY10---Afternoon with Margaret

August 2022-09-24 17:36:35

Synopsis: Charlman has dyslexia since he was a child. He is often teased by his classmates and disliked by his mother, but he remains kind and enthusiastic. Margaret is supported by her nephew in a nursing home, loves to read, and is a wise and peaceful grandmother. One day by chance, Charlman and Margaret met on a park bench, and the two got closer and closer in a relationship that liked reading and listening.

1. Poetic and literary, Margaret loves to read, which nourishes her quiet and wise temperament. At the same time, she can profoundly point out her views on a matter and her own views, and she can understand others well. Experience, there is a unique pair of souls to discover beauty.

2. A child is a piece of rough jade, which needs unique craftsmen to polish it. Every child has its own characteristics. We can't force her to be smart and good at learning like other children, but she has her own advantages. Qualified parents should love them correctly. child.

3. Some children like to read, some like to listen, and some like to explore. In today's world, there are so many ways to learn. Find the way you like, learn and discover.

Everyone needs to be encouraged and needs to be loved!

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  • Germain Chazes: It's not a typical love affair, but love and tenderness, both are there. Named after a daisy, she lived amongst words, surrounded by adjectives in green fields of verbs. Some force you yield to. But she, with soft art, passed through my hard shield and into my heart. Not always are love stories just made of love. Sometimes love is not named but it's love just the same. This is not a typical love affair I met her on a bench in my local square. She made a little stir, tiny like a bird with her gentle feathers. She was surrounded by words, some as common as myself. She gave me books, two or three Their pages have come alive for me. Don't die now, you've still got time, just wait It's not the hour, my little flower Give me some more of you. More of the life in you Wait Not always are stories just made of love Sometimes love is not named. But it's love just the same.