I thought my 4-year-old student's name was Caian, till I saw his name written on the frontpage of his kiddy book, which says 'Caius'. -_-. Eh, it's one of the characters in Julius Caesar text right. Haah. Anyway, I taught him how to draw a boy, a girl and a cat last lesson. I asked him to write his name beside the boy, he said he don't know how to spell his name. So I wrote it for him. He asked me to write my name down too.
I might have told you that his mother is a very hostile one. I found her really sucky even before I started teaching her son because she didn't allow me to bring forward the first lesson by one hour. Hence, I didn't have a good impression of her, and perhaps, vice versa. She would message me without even addressing me. Just now, she dropped me a sms to inform me that Caius would be overseas for 2 weeks. She addressed me by my name. I felt appreciated by her, like never before. Never knew that my name had the power to make me sense a whole lot more respect and warmth. I feel delighted. :)
By the way, Caius is very very very adorable! :D
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