Paolo is my little friend... Well, most of the time he hates me and i really hate him back. He's a little brat with the imagination of a grown man and the energy of a speeding bullet. He goes up the tables, jumps from the cubbyholes, tears the pages of his book and throws his water bottle at me (and everyone else who tries to piss him off). He hits, punches, kicks, screams, pulls, tugs, whams, kabooms, kaplows and phbbts at me....
Then one day he just started to listen, to sit still, to walk quietly, to smile, to follow instructions... I was stunned. And a bit scared coz for all you know he might be up to something...
I became skeptic, watched his every move and was on guard the whole time. Then I just figured out why Paolo, the little four year old mini monster suddenly became the little angel I never thought he would be. The reason? Her name's Ysabel.