Father of My Son

Connect the Hand Plates

Divan took a deep breath. When he got out of the car, he saw Silvina and Davina chatting with their father. Not wanting to see Silvina due to the signature problem, Divan ran inside until he forgot to say no to his papa.

"Divan!" call Dira. He was confused because while in the car his son was not angry at all, but once down immediately forgot the parting.

Meanwhile, Divan continues to run to class. His heart was pounding in fear of being caught by Silvina. It's been a few weeks even cut time Divan vacation to Emertown, he still doesn't know what a hand mat is. Despite trying to forget, seeing Silvina still makes Divan think.

The doorbell rings. Divan keeps the bag on the shelf, except for the bottle. He is grateful for the different classes with Davina, afraid Silvina charges through her sister.

"Divan, where's the picture?" ask the teacher when they get the job of drawing apples while learning the theme of the plant. Divan ran to the front of the class and showed me the picture.

Teacher Divan gave three stamps and then used a pen to make a scribble there. "It's napa doodled again?" divan protested because her good pictures had to be ugly due to the graffiti of her teacher's pen.

The teacher laughed. "It's a signature, honey. Signs that Divan has shown it to the teacher," explained the teacher's mother.

Divan flickering. "Signature?" tanyakanya. The teacher nodded. Divan patted the jidat. No one's parents understand, he misspoke.

"Dayok, Divan tell me the picture in front of friends," the teacher asked. Divan nodded. He held the picture book in front of his chest and showed it in front of the class. His friends quickly noticed Divan.

"Hi, gaess! I want to show you this picture. It's an apple, lope-lope in the air. It's red. It tastes sweet, Divan too. Mamah Divan likes to eat apples to diet because of fat," the story goes.

The teacher held back the laughter from the Divan story. This is a lot of effect of ngevlog. "What's a lope-lope in the air?" asked teacher.

Divan keeps drawing paper on the table. He formed a love with a finger arch in both hands. "Oom Matteo said, this is the lope-lope in the air. Same with the same Master Mother as the apple," Divan story. The teacher nodded.

He gave Divan an extra stamp. "You're smart enough to equate geometric shapes with objects" his teacher praised. Divan nodded. He took his picture paper and went back to the table.

Until sitting back in the study chair, Divan thought hard. "This is a signature" he said. The index finger he used to follow the graffiti pen made by his teacher.

"Look, yeah!" said it. Divan took a pencil inside his pencil case. There is an HVS paper on the classroom side for these kids learning to cross out.

Divan copied his teacher's signature. He tried many times to memorize. It was a bit difficult at first. For a long time he could, exactly as he learned to imitate writing letters.

"Wouh, Divan can!" fun.

The break bell rings. Divan is out of class to play. He was stunned to see Davina already in front of his class. "Vina!" call Divan happy. He was no longer afraid because he could sign.

Divan. "Divan yesterday returned the umbrella to Emertown. Wait here, there's souvenirs," he exclaimed.

Divan turned around and returned to the classroom. He opened the shelf and took his bag. There's a packet of Emertown cheese in there. Cheese that tastes good and is a little orange.

"Vina, this is for Vina. Eaten, huh? It's delicious." Oh." Divan gave the cheese to Davina. Before long Divan took out a piece of paper that he had folded a small rectangle. "This is for Silvina. Pity, yes," the message.

Davina nodded. He was very happy because Divan still wanted to play with him. More than that, he was also given souvenirs from Divan returned home the umbrella.

The schedule home from school at that time, Davina walked while jumping up and down in excitement. He saw Silvina already standing in front of the car while shaking her waist. "Why are you taking so long?" his protest.

Davina. She was sad because it disappointed her brother again. "Sorry Brother Sil, Vina was asked by Master to sing in class" explained Vina.

"Yes it's okay. We're going home now, Vin. Mama's waiting at home," he asked. Davina nodded. Meanwhile, Silvina got in the car with an annoyed face.

The car left the school environment. Davina and Silvina sat in the back seat.

"Father, Vina got a gift from Divan," the boy's story goes.

"really? Where's?" ask his stepfather. He loves Davina. He made no distinction between Davina and her daughter.

Vina took out the cheese packaging from her bag. "This, Pah. Cheese says Divan. It'll be home for her to eat, huh?"

Davina remembered something. He took the paper out of his bag and gave it to Silvina. "This is Divan's word for sister," said Vina.

Silvina. "Ih, you got the cheese why I only got paper. Don't want to, ah! Just take it, I want this!" Silvina throws Divan's paper into Davina's lap and grabs the cheese from her stepbrother's hand.

Davina looked down sad. Not because of the cheese, but his brother did not want to appreciate the gift of Divan which Davina said was sincere.

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