In scorching summer, we draw dinosaurs and aborigines and do handicrafts at home. Sometimes we argue. When my sweeties do not behave themselves, we draw a line for them not to cross for a day. Sometimes it's so helter-skelter that I miss the quiet in London.
I occasionally read about my classmates' colorful lives in London, with a teeny tiny bit of envy, but I do know I have all the colors in my heart...