Chair

Sometimes, a chair would mean more than a chair: On one of the San Diego sunny days, I sat next to Marcus while he was enjoying his bread on his new chair. All the sudden, he found that I was sitting on the floor, so he put his bread down, looked around the room, and found a chair for me! 
Although the plastic chair is small and light, it is still too big and heavy for this little big man.  He could barely walk with carrying the chair. My heart melt right the way. I was so touched that I could not hold my tears. When he saw me tear, he smiled to me and gave me a big hug. I hugged and smiled back to him, and of course, kissed him so many times. 
This one year and nine months old boy was so innocent and thought that I like the chair very much, so he run around the room again and gave me all chairs he could find. I am just so blessed to have a son like him!