A Special Day

    This evening I was greatly moved, by  my son, a six-year-old boy and pupil of Grade Two.
    It's about thirty minutes after school when I realized that our son had come back home. While doing some other things, I was listening to the  stairs where often came the familiar sounds of his steps.  There is no sounds this time. I couldn't wait any more. I got out of the house without coat. However I could feel no cold.
    On the way, I met some pupils of other classes.but I didnot find him. In the lecture building, I could see there are some bright lights in a certain classroom. It just was theirs. I went slightly over to see who was in it.  A boy in red  jacket was doing something, again and again.         Coming  near I saw  it was him, only him in the quiet classroom, placing the desks  and chairs in lines and rows one after one.  Just then, he found me, opened the door and caome out.
    "I found  it seemed you who stood outside the windows. It's really you!  You see, how dirty our classroom was! I cleaned the blackboard, mopped the floor and now I am place the desks and chairs."
    "Have you finished your homework?"
    "Of course."
     What a good boy! What a lovely son!
    I felt something in my throat. I helped him with the last two chairs. Taking his coat and bag, we returned home.