Hello people! Another written moment of life to be shared, can I? I have had 7 sessions with them. They called me Teacher Dayah, I called them my friends. I knew some but not all of them. Not all are approachable, some are just in pain and some just need their own space. You need to respect them because they are not at a place where they or even we would like to be at. I was talking about those kids in paediatric ward 2A. It’s an oncology ward. Most of them are at the late stage of different types of cancer (Leukemia, osteosarcoma, etc.) seeking treatment for comfort. They are all bald, thin, wheelchair-bound or walking with walking aid around, bruises over their body, but they all still have a wide smile on their face to greet you. Initially, I was quite scared to talk a lot with them because I have this thought that the kids could be quite fragile. I was so scared that I would end up talking about matters that were sensitive to them. So, I just talk about...