An inquisitive boy

Most of Koreans got slit eyes, especially I do. 

This story is about an inquisitive 5-year-old boy. Mrs. Delfina has 4 grandchildren, one of them is Urco, who is my favorite kid. He always ask me lot of things tirelessly until I am knackered. Last week, we had lunch together with Mrs. Delfina and his family. During the meal, he was staring at me without having his pasta, and suddenly asked me stretching his eyes with fingers.

"How can you see with these eyes? If I do this, I'm not able to see anything."

"I don't have any problem because since I was born I have them, so I'm used to. Don't worry."

"Why do you have Chinese eyes? Aren't you Korean?"

"It's because all Koreans, Japanese and Chinese are the same race. We look similar."

"Why you look similar?"

"Okay, why you look like French or Portuguese?"

"I don't look like French!"

"Actually, we don't look the same either. It's just because you're not able to distinguish the difference among Asian people, like I can't notice where they from untill they tell me when I meet people from Europe."

And the theme kept changing, 

"Do you like Spongebob?"

"Who likes the Simpsons? Raise your hand."

"Can you make a paper-folded plane?

"Can you understand me while I'm speaking so fast?"

"Why do you wear those worn pants?" 

(I was wearing stonewashed blue jeans.)

And his mother intrude into this mini-hearing, 

"No, it's just a fashion. There's nothing wrong with those pants. Stop asking and have your pasta."

"Why is it fashion? It's ugly. I don't like them."

"Okay, okay, please stop talking and empty your plate!"

"But mama, I want to know why!"

"Enough! Stop!"

Finally, his mother was sick and tired so stopped his neverending questions. I was also exhausted by answering to all his curiosity, so then it was good decision that she made him be quiet.

He always reminds me my little cousins. They are so lovely but also exhausting. They never get tired. I think, all children in the world are same as well as those kids. As I'm a person who is easy to be dead tired with children, I'd better get a job with adults. I don't know how I could be working at school teaching children for half a year. When I got the job, no one believed the fact even I didn't. And the most amazing thing was, children liked me! I had never expected it but they did like me. I still get in touch with some of them, and still keep the letters which was given to me by my lovely students.

Okay, I'll go back to the real life. Time to STUDY!

Good night!