Something banged against the grill door. Must be the kids’ toy.
I went out and found a ball landed at the balcony.
The boys, ran helter-skelter and hid behind the wall so that I could not see them. So funny!
I took the ball and was waiting for a sign. One of them just have to show up so that I can return the ball.
One boy braved himself and said, “Sorry!”
I threw the ball to him.
Another boy appeared and he smiled at me. He said sorry too.
“It’s okay!” I smiled too.
I’m a very kind monster today.
2 responses to “The Flying Ball”
think alot of times…we r kind monster..dont wan to make things the hard way
Jhong Ren: It feels good to be a kind monster too.