This little boy who is three years old have grown on me.
The first time I met him, he grabbed my hand and dragged me to sit with him so I can watched him eat his yoghurt. We ended that day with his face smeared with ice cream and him giving me a toothy grin as he waved good bye to me.
Tonight, I passed him chicken nuggets and fries in intervals in the car to ensure that he had time to finished swallowing before stuffing his face with more food. We communicated with him saying," more" and me reminding him to blow on his chicken nuggets to cool them first as they were quite warm.
I left him looking sad and forlorn and the expression on his face broke my heart. I hope he gets to be my client soon.