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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

When You Do Not Know The Language

We have been faithfully going down to the playground between 5.30pm to 7pm because Kyla has made some new found playmates. Lezane, too enjoyed the new friends' company (all gals thou) and the chain just goes on - Mummy Heng made friends with their parents. It was a time where mummy heng could have some proper adult communication as Weikai had been working hard so so often these days... Among our residential friends are Jamaican Ambassador's kids, families from Hongkong, US, Malaysia, Singapore and Taiwan.

Speaking of expat kids, particularly kids from the Afghanistan diplomat family made a deep impression in me. They have 4 kids (aged 1 mth old to 6 yrs old). Their kids are always playing individually (not with their siblings too) and no adults will be around to supervise them. They are a very very quiet bunch and always play by themselves. I think their quietness is due to the lack of understanding of Mandarin and English. Most of the time, I see the elder son self-entertaining himself until some other kids approach him to play. But most of the time, no one approach him, except for us and Kyla's playmates. He is a very nice kid - always helping me with Kyla's bike when she had trouble, while I was busy looking out for Lezane. Lezane and him love playing peekaboo with each other (as it is an easy game without having to communicate). He would also help to look out for other kids when they are in trouble. He would give up his seat at the swing when he was asked to. Never was he rough with anyone, unlike the French kids at our residence. Everytime I see him, I feel very sad. His eyes are filled with loneliness and sadness. I could tell that he wanted to make more friends and play with boys of his age. But it is not easy for him and his family as they are hindered by the language. He sets me thinking if Kyla and Lezane will also be alienated at school/neighbourhood when we move to a country that we could not speak the language and look different.