The Penguin

This is a name that I gave to the kid when I first saw him run at the age of 3. He always kept his hands at his side (like the penguin would keep its wings) and ran with his head popped ahead of his body. He never managed to get any pace but he sure looked good. With his curly hair and long lashes he managed to never get punished in school even when he didn't manage to do his homework. Each morning till the age of 7 he woke up as though he was offering his prayers in front of God! He hated Math. What he hated more than Math was me teaching it to him!

Today he is tall and runs nothing like a penguin. He probably can crush me with one punch if he wanted to. Sleeps shorter hours than I ever have. Still hates Math but is still interested in getting a degree in commerce and management. He still manages to keep out of trouble in school with his eyes and changing hairstyles. Even at this age he has the maturity that I don't have despite being older to him by a decade.

But he is still that eye-batting-sweet-looking Penguin of mine! Love ya!