From my apartment window, I spotted a beautiful view. A 3 or 4 year old Chinese boy, playing near the pool with his babysitter, a woman in her late 20s or early 30s.
He ran, and maybe still is, here and there, shouted and shrieked cheerfully. The babysitter lifted him up and swing him a bit. The boy’s face looked so happy, maybe he felt like a Superman.
Not far from them, sat the (seemingly) boy’s parents. A late 20s or early 30s couple. Typical financially secured Chinese (or Japanese or Korean) young parents. They chit-chatted and laughed, and sometimes checking their smart phone and tab.
The boy hugged his babysitter happily. The babysitter hugged him back lovingly. Pure human being interaction. Pure joy and bliss. I secretly wish when that boy grows up into a young man, an adult, he would still appreciate that pure human being interaction.
Pure joy and bliss, I’d say. Not the story between the haves and the haves-not, or Master (or Master’s kid) and his servant. Not even about the any races. No!
This is simply the story about a little boy and a lady, sharing pure love and laugh under the moon light at some lovely garden. Love it.