Yesterday was Sf's birthday. Sf is a little German/Columbian girl who always dressed extremely shabbily to school. Her clothes and dresses, dress pairings, shoes, socks etc were all mismatched, most unbecoming and shabby. Her hair was always unkempt and often she appeared like unbathed, unwashed, straight from her bed to school. She often stank a little bit especially while undressing for nap time. The day we had school photograph shoot, she was dressed in particularly dirty dress, so we had to change her clothes in order to appear a bit sightly in the group and individual pictures.
Her father is a nice, polite, warm, courteous German man and Sf appears to be very attached to him. Her mother is slightly strict, exacting, a bit dictating, demanding type.
Well, two weeks ago we learnt, that her parents have separated so in the mornings she would be dropped to school by her mother and picked up in the evenings by her father. Earlier, her father had always dropped and picked her.
Since the day her mother brings to school, Sf is new person. Clean, well dressed, well combed, well shod and plenty of tasteful, becoming dresses to wear.
I saw the father last Thursday (the day we had that meeting which gave me a headache). For courtesy's sake I told him I was sorry to hear about their separation. He laughed loudly.
"No no, don't be sorry. I am happy. I feel relieved to have separated. She found a new boyfriend and left me. I am happy to be free of her."
Yesterday was her birthday. Her mother brought a huge beautiful cake for the children.We cut the cake and served it to the children but they didn't like it and almost everyone rejected it after partaking just one or two spoonfuls.
We later found out out that the cake was with rum, and not a little rum, but so much of it, that the whole cake was thoroughly wet and even stung your nostrils with the alcoholic aroma!
Everybody in the staff who ate the cake reported extreme lethargy and drowsiness. I ate a small piece too and had to fight hard to keep myself awake. Ksh was the only one who had eaten a whole piece and he kept dancing crazily for a long time.
And later, in the evening, her mother refused to believe us that the cake was a rum cake.
Her father is a nice, polite, warm, courteous German man and Sf appears to be very attached to him. Her mother is slightly strict, exacting, a bit dictating, demanding type.
Well, two weeks ago we learnt, that her parents have separated so in the mornings she would be dropped to school by her mother and picked up in the evenings by her father. Earlier, her father had always dropped and picked her.
Since the day her mother brings to school, Sf is new person. Clean, well dressed, well combed, well shod and plenty of tasteful, becoming dresses to wear.
I saw the father last Thursday (the day we had that meeting which gave me a headache). For courtesy's sake I told him I was sorry to hear about their separation. He laughed loudly.
"No no, don't be sorry. I am happy. I feel relieved to have separated. She found a new boyfriend and left me. I am happy to be free of her."
Yesterday was her birthday. Her mother brought a huge beautiful cake for the children.We cut the cake and served it to the children but they didn't like it and almost everyone rejected it after partaking just one or two spoonfuls.
We later found out out that the cake was with rum, and not a little rum, but so much of it, that the whole cake was thoroughly wet and even stung your nostrils with the alcoholic aroma!
Everybody in the staff who ate the cake reported extreme lethargy and drowsiness. I ate a small piece too and had to fight hard to keep myself awake. Ksh was the only one who had eaten a whole piece and he kept dancing crazily for a long time.
And later, in the evening, her mother refused to believe us that the cake was a rum cake.
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