<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="3" > an unusual phone call</h1>
Last night, my aunt, who works as a nursery nurse in kindergarten, called me. As soon as I opened my mouth, I asked what happened to my child's old clothes?
Although I was strange, I honestly replied: "If you can't wash some of them, throw them away"; "Some of the better ones are given to my colleagues' families, and some may be left to my brother's children..."
The aunt said, "That's it! If you can't wash it, let someone else give it to me! ”
I'm curious, my aunt's cousin, not married yet? What do you do with your child's clothes and make diapers?
Soon, my aunt gave me an answer.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="40" > there is such a thing around</h1>
It turned out that the kindergarten she was in had a long-term child in foster care at the dean's house. The child is 5 years old this year. However, since the beginning of the long trust, his parents have ignored him, do not come to pick him up, do not come to see. Even the childcare fee has to be asked by the dean again and again.
When the child first came to the kindergarten, it was said that he was only more than 20 pounds, and when he came here, it was as if he could finally eat enough, and everything was good, better than the average child. However, because the parents did not care, although the child had enough to eat, he did not even have clothes for the season. It's hot, and I'm still wearing long clothes and pants... It was really pitiful to look at, staring at the teacher every day, although the aunt had only been his nursery for two days, but that little look was really uncomfortable...
Hearing this, my heart was suddenly sour, and as the mother of the child, it was as if the eyes of the skinny child were fixed on my face. I immediately understood what my aunt meant. "It's all right, I'll find him right away..."
The aunt said: "The kindergarten teachers are also ready to help the children, and the parents are angry!" But the child is really pitiful..."
My son's old clothes were still untreated, so I immediately rummaged through them and washed them carefully. Prepare to send it to my aunt tonight.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="44" > what can I do</h1>
At that time, my heart flashed, and I really wanted to take this child home for two days. But what about two days later? After all, the warmth given by an outsider is limited, not to mention his parents.
As a certain degree of "hearsay," I don't want to use this to raise the moral baton on his parents.
Life is complicated.
In any case, all I learned was a few words, not knowing what the state of the child's home was.
But I hope, I hope very much, they are just a helpless act of temporary hardship. It is not really irresponsible as it seems for the time being.
Before, I always thought that such things were far away from life, all happening on the Internet, places I couldn't name, and now its distance surprised me!
Actually, there are more surprises. Not long ago, the lover of a colleague was seconded to a department to help sort out or file a case, and heard a more sensational incident that happened in the surrounding area. But it's outrageous. I don't want to repeat what I've heard, but it seems to me that repeating it is cruel, and such an eyeball is not widespread.
Just like the N room that broke out in South Korea before, it is also so sensational, but what about the follow-up?
Help can help, maybe just ordinary I can do it!