Last Sunday I was at Ammar's school, attending some parents meeting on behalf of my mother. Typical malaysian parents who always assume all is well and they trust the school 101% on all their children's wellfare, only to come back later shouting and all dissappointed at the school's management affecting their precious precious shoulda-been-greater-if-you-had-done-this-and-that all-perfect little students.... when they themselves don't participate in crucial meetings, all organized by the school whole-heartedly to prevent that from happening in the first place. Out of 180 form 4 students, less than 20 had their parents there.
Good school doesn't guarantee any of your child academic success people! Shouldn't anything that involves your children come first? Oh well. Lantakler. I was there representing my mom. Anyway that's not what I want to talk about here.
It's about Ammar himself. I went for the meeting. And left him in his class alone. I thought he was going back to his room and take a nap or something. I came out over an hour later and found him still there waiting for me! He's grown to a very sweet young man. I felt so proud. And of course touched. Any man who does that to me will make me feel the same. I'm not saying my Muaz and Munzir have never done that. It's just happened I'm blogging about it today.