|Tamara|
“Happy Birthday, Ate Tammy!” all of the kids greeted me with big smiles on their faces as they clapped their hands when I entered the room. I did not expect it and gave off a smile as I saw they were wearing their self-made party hats.
The spacious function hall was full of decorations. You would really mistake it as a children’s party if you didn’t know whose party it was. There were origamis in the shape of a crane that was hung on the ceiling and some of the balloons were glued on the walls. There were also big round tables and some small round tables, obviously for the kids, and a stage at the far end of the hall.
“Thank you, kids,” I replied as I clasped my hands on my chest, overwhelmed with their gestures. They clapped their hands once again. It feels like I’m
