Hearing what Qasim said, every child's eyes lit up.
They all came from different places, and each of them had almost the same tragic experience.
Without parents or family, he suffered from the loneliness of the world that was not suitable for his age.
Until they met this gentle person, their gloomy life finally saw a ray of light...
In the corner, a thin boy with long hair and black bangs that almost completely covered his eyes stood awkwardly, holding a rough wooden sculpture in his hands.
He tried to speak several times, but he was too timid and the words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say them in the end.
Qasim noticed his presence.
Slowly walked towards him.
I squatted down in front of him, looking at him at eye level, and said with a smile:
"Little Grisha, what's wrong~?"
"Teacher, I, I..."
Grisha stammered, but couldn't make his words clear for a long time.
"Don't be afraid~."
Qasim said in a gentle tone.
"Everyone here is your family. Family members won't hurt you. They're there to protect you~."
"family... ..."
Grisha slowly turned his gaze and looked at the people standing in the room.
"That's right, we are all family, and family is about protecting each other. Little Grisha, are you willing to protect everyone~?"
"...We are family."
Grisha kept repeating Kasim's words.
"...to protect my family."
"What a good kid~!"
"And this~,"
Qasim took the crude wooden sculpture from Grisha.
"Teacher, I received the gift from little Grisha~."
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