We were getting back from SSP by MTR. On the way home, the compartments are usually full so there was no exception that day. Kiwi, as usual, complained about being taken so far away to do the things he doesn't like, and feeling exhausted after being tortured for an hour. Then he suddenly found a vacant seat, he was so happy and swiftly jumped onto the bench. Just then, I saw a pregnant woman stepping inside. Before I said anything, my little kiwi immediately popped up and offered his seat.After a few stops, we had a chance to sit again... but Not for long because kiwi came up and let a lady holding an infant have his seat.
I am used to this, ( I mean sitting down and popping up several times during the commuting journey) so when suddenly a man standing beside us started a conversation by saying 'he is a good boy'. I was quite surprised.
Usually people in my side of the town don't offer to anyone (they do the opposite in fact). He was first amazed by kiwi's English. And then he found he was a kind boy. I couldn't remember how our chatting led to education and learning, kindergarten and general schooling, teaching and home-schooling. He finally said I am a good mother because he thought I have done a very good job in teaching my son.
so... this is what i want to say, kiwi, you are my proud.