After we finished swimming, we sat by the pool and started talking and blowing bubbles.
We raided Daiso recently - and silly me insisted on buying a whole lot of slightly unnecessary stuff like a bottle of bubbly goodness, a bright pink beach ball, a fake mouse to scare people with, etc.
I love bubbles!
Who doesn't?
I get fascinated by them like a kid would. Bubbles make me very very happy. There's just something about seeing so many rainbow-coloured bubbles floating about randomly in the air, flying up up up and away!
I like to chase after them and pop them too!
And this little darling we met at the pool was exactly like me.
The bubbles we were blowing attracted a lot of attention, mostly kids'.. they were gathering around the place we sat at, each of them trying their best to pop as many bubbles as possible.
About half an hour passed and most of the kids have cleared, but this little girl, as young as 3 years old, suddenly appeared next to us and started to pop bubbles one by one!
Most of the kids gathered around, but they kept their distance... This girl, however, finally decided to come nearer to us and I'm glad she did because I swear I've never met a lovelier kid.
She made the most adorable squealing noises whenever she popped a bubble, and although I was tired from blowing so many bubbles for almost more than an hour, I was more than happy to blow more for her.
Something so simple as a bubble could make this young girl happy as a little bumble bee, jumping around with the brightest and most sincere smile on her face.
We warmed up to each other, and soon we were in the pool splashing about and playing together.
Honestly, I'm not that good with kids, but she was too easy to handle.
She was extremely well-behaved. She didn't make a mess like other kids do. She had the brains to wash her soapy hands before touching her eyes or mouth!
She had a brother who was playing with us at well. He was more shy though, probably because he was slightly older.
At first, I wasn't sure if this girl was Singaporean or not. Me and James thought she might be Korean because she had that sweet korean look plus the manners of a korean girl.
The moment she called her brother, "Oppa!"
I knew I was right.
I asked her what her name was, and she said something like.... "Sayang miwah"? Or it could be "Sarang Minah"?
I don't know. She had too much of that baby accent for me to make out proper words =P
Remember the bright pink ball I said I bought from Daiso?
Well, little Sayang Miwah (or something!) caught sight of it and exclaimed
"PINKY!!!!!!!!"
.......and chased after it. Then she clinged onto it and floated away to the other side of the pool.
Cutest sight ever ("v")
When her mum walked over and told her it was time to go home, she didn't make a fuss or throw a tantrum like kids would normally when they're having too much fun to leave.
Instead, she immediately politely returned me "pinky" and my bottle of bubbles, gave me her cheekiest smile ever and said, "Bai bai!"
And she left.
And I was sad to see her go.
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You know how you love some kids so much, you wouldn't mind if they were yours to take care of?!
There's just something about their naiveness and sincerity that is so ultimately endearing.
It was a real shame I didn't bring my camera or handphone down with me, for I would love to have a picture with her.
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....It's been awhile since I've loved a stranger.
I do hope I'd have the chance to see your sweet smile again.
xoxo,
Jess
