Nyi Pu Lay - Asan Naw Lor Can You Tell Me

On those days, he would show his unwillingness to go to school in a very obvious way. We just knew what he liked. I don’t know who he was reincarnated as. I don’t know if he was a rancher, a cowboy, a horse-drawn carriage driver, or a police officer, a firefighter, or something. Knowing that he was interested in animals, he would go around the markets where there were free-range cows and cattle for sale and ride his bike to school. Some days, he would ride his bike along the roads where there were police stations and fire stations and tell stories about cows and police that interested him. If he thought he was bored with cows, when in fact I had no stories to tell, he would take him to horse-drawn carriages, places where horses were scratched, hooved, and feathered. A horse story. I don’t know if Shwe Ba had been a cowboy in a past life.

One morning, as I was driving to school, a young teacher said, "The principal wants to see me, come in." I was so shocked. Some parents were looking at me and smiling. What the hell has Shwe Ba done? I thought to myself. What's wrong? I couldn't see anything unusual on the teacher's face.

When I arrived at the office, the teacher greeted me with a smile. She explained that the children were having difficulty drinking water, so she would work on a new plan to provide clean, fresh water to the children. In short, I had to tell the teacher that I would come and donate money when I got out of school in the evening, as I had not yet received it.

When school ended in the evening, parents of students like me would meet at the entrance to the teacher's office.

As the days passed, Shwe Ba didn't get bored of going to school. His school was closed on Saturdays and Sundays, so on Monday mornings, he had to be a little bit careful. He would go around the herds of cattle and the police station to take him to school. The rest of the days were fine.

Parents who can afford it usually throw a small birthday party for the entire preschool on their child's birthday. They serve delicious food and rice, and they also serve ice cream, chocolate, and jelly, which children love, so the school is happy. Some even give out candy, jelly, and wafers.

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It's been a while. Shwe Ba is having fun at school. When I was going to pick her up in the evening, a teacher called Shwe Ba's father. He said, "Come in for a moment." He was the father of a child who was having fun at school. I thought it must be a donation matter, so I went into the office.

The owner of the smiling face asked the parents if they wanted Maung Shwe Ba to participate in the annual dance of the kindergarten. They had sent him to kindergarten with the aim of teaching him to be self-reliant, to be able to socialize with friends, and to listen to the teachers. They also asked if he was in a good condition to be sent to school. So, when the teacher mentioned the matter of the school dance, they immediately agreed.

I agreed right away, but I told him that I would pay for the dress he would wear to the prom next Monday. I leaned over to my son, who was sitting on the bike, and asked him if he wanted to go to the prom, and he said no. So I told him that the prom was so much fun, that he would wear new clothes, and that his friends would be there to dance, and he thought about it a little. I don't know, I don't know.

One evening, while I was walking to school, a teacher asked my son to tell a story at the school dance. Out of the eighty students, only one could tell a story. So she told my son to practice telling stories at home.

After dinner, when we were resting, I asked my son to tell a story. He didn't tell me. I couldn't be gentle with him. The next night, I asked him to tell me the story as the teacher had told me. My son didn't tell me. When I dropped him off at school, I had to tell the teacher that I couldn't tell him the story at Shwe Ba's house. The teacher was a little cold. It was as if my son didn't tell me the story at home. She laughed and said that it would be okay when the time came.

The school dance is getting closer and closer. The teacher has even given me some clothes to wear to the dance. The social worker is a female guard.