Kid is kid

Calista visited our home. According to her Dad, she is five years old and that was the first time she stayed out of her family. Probably, she is a typical American kid. She said, "I don't need you to ask my Dad for the permission." She got permission of course, took her back bag and rode with me and my daughter on motorcycle to my house. "Your house is far away! Your house is small and hot! (My daughter turned the air conditioner to the lowest range but our side her room it was still hot.) At 9pm, my wife was anxious looking an American kid eating. 1030pm, my wife started worried because she saw Calista still wanted to play with my kids. 11:30pm, Quyen was tired and felt sleep. Ngoc came back her room to prepare for her study. Calista took her back bag and knocked Ngoc's bed room asking to take her home. Ngoc woke me up and I saw Calista in front of my bed room. She looked like a tiny soldier. I recalled an old story, "The Small Prince." All my family members surrounded her and were laugh when she said, "Because nobody wants to play with me, I must go home now!" She started to cry. My wife and Ngoc took her home. On the way, she felt asleep because it's cool and Saigon was quiet. However, she did wake up and say "Good night" when she was in her Mom's arms.