14/06/2026
Story of a cactus.
This is not an ordinary plant.
It have being choosed and painted especially for me by a 5 y.o. boy that lived next to my house. They are moving in Bangkok today and this mean I will not see him any other day playing with the toys, reading the books or take two cookies per time, one to eat and one for the next day at school.
His mom told me that for him Biscotti was "the best place in the world" and that he will miss it so much.
I try to keep my face decent.
He look at me from the other side of the counter, barely reaching the edge, and say "I love you". I turn around, get on my knee and hug him as tight as I could. I can feel so much love in his tiny arms around my neck that I couldn't breath.
But luckily an idea pop up on my mind. I whispered to him "I can send you cookies with the post". He stepped back and stared at me, eyes wide open, before giving a slow nod. Yeah, that was a really good idea! His mom agree "so you can bring your cookie at school again!".
They left.
And I cried.
I cried for the next twenty minutes straight. And I'm crying now, so I guess I'm probably mispelling words because I can't see the letters.
This is what I work for.
To give happy memories to children.
Thank you Vinnie, for everything.
I'm really gonna miss you.
I wish you an amazing life in your new school. And I promise you that the cookies will always reach your bag, wherever you gonna be.
❤🌵🍪 📦
❤️
