My friend Karen and her five-year daughter, *Cahaya Rain (CR) always have these interesting conversations between them. Some of the conversations intrigue me. Karen : W hat would you like to be when you grow up? CR : Haven't I told you before ??? A teacher ! Karen : Ok. Ok. You can carry on the family tradition ! Daddy's mum and both grandmas were teachers and headmistresses. And my mum was a teacher. Where would you like to work ? You could work anywhere in the world as a teacher. CR : Garden School, of course ! ( pensive for a while ) I've changed my mind, I don't want to grow up. Karen : Why ?? CR : Because if I grow up, you'll die. Karen : What do you mean ? CR : You were grown up when your mum died, so I don't want to grow up ! Karen : Hey, she didn't die because I grew up, she died because she had an accident. CR : So where is she now ? Karen : Oh. She's up in the sky in Heaven. It's a great place. CR : If it...
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