Thursday, November 5, 2015


Written on my phone while walking back home from the nearby Starbucks in Jahli park in Al Ain. It's my favorite Starbucks.

Walking around Al Ain

I am reflecting on my impression of the UAE, my career and life, what I read in the Abu Dhabi vision 2021, the posts of Shiekh Mohammed Bin Rashid, ruler of Dubai, on LinkedIn and Facebook, the great achievements of the UAE in the various sectors.

I live in the UAE and I feel freedom, efficiency and empowerment. I am proud to be a witness of the greatness that is being achieved here and inspired and motivated to participate actively and profoundly in the progress prosperity and be a contributing citizen who adds value of various kinds.

The UAE is much more than just about money and oil. These words have evolved to mean prosperity and energy. Our investment in energy is not just in oil. Oil is just a black substance, one way to even rate energy and the UAE is deeply invested in other ways of generating energy: renewable and nuclear energy. Our prosperity is not just financial but is cultural, political, governmental, educational and many other aspects in addition to financial.

The businessmen and women here are brilliant humans and ambitious problem solvers not just money makers.

If you drive off-road with your old clunky car, within minutes You might find a millionaire Arab digging under your car trying to get you out. You can't find this kind of humility and empathy anywhere else in the world.

The success of the UAE is an opportunity for the whole world as its global influence becomes increasingly stronger. The influence is financial but more than that: it's cultural in that we show and inspire with Arabic and Islamic values are about equality, humility, kindness, prosperity and doing good, it's scientific and progressive in our search for sustainability and renewable energy, and it's about peace by bringing people from all around the world in globalized cities such as Dubai and Abu Dhabi and the whole of the UAE under one roof with the objectives of being productive and contributing to the creation of a great country with a great mission.

For me this is a challenge to become a global citizen with a global influence using a powerful success platform: the UAE!

Thursday, October 15, 2015

What an experience... Like thunder

It's been a year and it was like THUNDER. Powerful, beautiful, terrifying, destructive, passionate, confusing, glowing, and with so much potential...

I obviously didn't know how to deal with it but I was patient. I gave myself room to make mistakes and watched the mistakes made by the thunder and contemplated it as well.

I invented theories: of currencies of values and energy, of cold reasoning and hearts beating, of justifying what I don't know and what I don't like, and of love or just questions about what in the world it is.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Dizzying Thirst

First of all, it is important to understand that thirst, especially in the hot and humid Abu Dhabi weather, can be dangerous. Remain well hydrated as it is healthy and keeps your body functioning correctly. In this post, I am reflecting on an experience of feelings and thoughts while I seek the quenching of my thirst after waking in the middle of my sleep very thirsty. I similarly blog on what I feel and think when I have a good jog, for example: Exercise Note 5.

I finally decide to park to express what I am experiencing.

Thirst is some kind of focus on a nagging need. Thirst for water is just one kind, and is similar in many ways to other desires and ambitions we might have. I have a strong desire for a richer life filled with passion, innovation, wisdom and exploration, and so I can say I have a thirst for such a better life. Thirst is a physical feeling indeed, but it is interesting to regard it in a deeper way. Thirst comes with clarity and an internal desire/goal to quench it, lessen it, and remove it by eagerly drinking a deliciously cool liquid. But I keep myself from satisfying the thirst and take advantage of this thirsty mental state and let the thoughts flow.

I think of cool sparkling water and some lemon, and even indulging in some kind of sugar-filled drink that would satisfy my thirst but also pleasure me by stimulating my brain. I’m more health aware now, and I avoid much sugar, so having it is an interesting delicious pleasure.

The focus is on quenching the thirst, but I am enjoying the clarity of having the clear goal of quenching it. I am very thirsty, but since I slept very well, I am comfortable and my thoughts are clear, at least I think they are. At least I am able to reflect and think about my current state of being, and I am trying to make the most of it. I realize that my thirsts are many, so I cannot just ignore this opportunity of reflecting on my physical thirst, and just simply quench it, without reflecting on it. I understand that one’s physical state affects their mental state, so I am postponing changing my physical state by drinking water, until I explore my current mental state.

Before responding to what I am feeling, I think about it. I understand it by describing it to myself, visualizing it, imagining it, and thinking about its constituents and they why behind it. Sometimes I go to the extent of thinking about a potential evolutionary directive behind it. This heightened awareness enables me to avoid being reactive and know myself better, before I just succumb to some instinctual primitive desire or impulse to act on the feeling such as quenching my thirst or addressing whichever discomfort I'm feeling. Of course, if I don’t understand it, I don’t let it control what I do. Thirst is pretty basic, and I do understand it, but still I was looking for more, so I searched for a place I’d feel comfortable to write and clarify my thoughts to myself primarily, and to share it here.

I left my home because I didn't have any water and the thirst was kind of dizzying. Maybe I was a little light headed from sleeping too much but I was still able to think clearly. I drove away from home to get some water, and minutes later I started to realize that there is more to what I am currently experiencing than just a desire to drink some water and go back home. There is something about sitting in the driver’s seat and driving off; and sometimes I love to combine the rush of jogging with driving, but that’s the topic of an exercise note. I drove farther than I needed. I kept driving because I wanted to reflect more on what I am experiencing. This is a mental expedition.

Thoughts started to emerge in my head, including the reflective thought of parking to write down my thoughts and the thought that dizzying thirst does not necessarily mean lack of clarity and confusion, but quite the contrary: it is unrelenting focus on a particular goal. I was in my favorite area of Muroor, Abu Dhabi, driving from Khalifa City on Salam Road. There is so much to write as to why I like that area. I can take a left and go to my favorite Starbucks Muroor in the Technip building and enjoy some cool drink there, but this pattern is something that I have done over and over that it is barely stimulating anymore. Also the thought of the possibility of finding many people there, after I park my car and get a Mawaqif ticket, made that thought of going to Starbucks less appealing. A fleeting thought of just parking on the side of the road to write before ideas start to evaporate, fleeted.

There is something about Abu Dhabi that inspires me in various ways: intellectually as it makes me want to read, learn, experience, explore, talk to people to find out what’s behind their faces and bodies, be inspired by the leaders and successful people here, and physically as it makes me want to exercise, eat healthy, be healthy, take care of myself, and hedonistically by indulging in luxury and pleasure. Will I now enjoy some delicious mocktail?

I deviated in my last paragraph, just like I do in real life. Having many desires is something that could be distracting for someone like me. I was thinking about my lack of desire to go to Starbucks while I was still at the traffic light at the intersection that goes left from Salam road to Muroor area, so I just decided to go to Anantara to which I have been only once or twice (there were no cars at the intersection so I was able to do some ninja driving to go to the right lane). I am not familiar with this place particularly, yet I am very comfortable in the lobby of a 5 star hotel. Hotels here make me feel like home as I enjoy frequently staying at random 5 star hotels. Abu Dhabi has amazing hospitality experiences indeed.

I gave my car to the valet, and feeling automatically welcome, I just enter the lobby, quickly find a sofa and a nearby socket into which I plug my thirsty laptop. I turn it on, and as quickly as possible I login using a guest account without a password, and write this on notepad as I want to get started as soon as possible that I don't even want to wait for the couple of seconds that Microsoft Word takes to load.

As I write, I occasionally glance up at the people and the amazing lobby. That woman in the patterned yellow dress certainly looks comfortable. I should not just transition to a state similar to hers without understanding myself. I am not here to satisfy my basic needs, and this is why I have to stay hungry or thirsty until I get myself together. I get myself together by reflecting deeply, even when I'm at a deep loss, in a turbulent state, or very thirsty or hungry or otherwise very uncomfortably physically or emotionally. I aim to exceed my physical innate self.

I never stayed in Anatara as a guest! This place reminds me of being totally broke, dancing classes and emotions. Certainly the lobby and this writing experience makes me want to stay here for at least a night.

I am writing with satisfaction even with the thirst. I am here thirsty and happy with mental clarity, strength, and accomplishment that makes me feel that quenching my thirst will be a rewarding experience that I surely deserve. I feel accomplished because of this writing, as it helped me transform the physical thirst to life wisdom. That makes me feel powerful. Writing is a powerful act. I am doing this to ensure that my thoughtful, ambitious, high-level goals of modern self comes before that of the basic self: survival, and quenching hunger and thirst. I am not a physical being, and since I'm not literally dying, quenching thirst and satisfying hunger come after the thoughts and ambitions of the modern successful man I am... aiming to be.

This magnificent lobby is inspiring, and the perfectly sufficient dim lighting is so comfortable. The high ceiling of the lobby with the modernized traditional oriental architectural elements, is marvelous indeed. It is a very comfortable place to be in to express thoughts comfortably. There are dates and coffee in the middle and a host in a Kandora making sure it's organized and being hospitable. I avoided eye-contact with him because I don't want him to interrupt my thoughts. Although I am sure he will be very welcoming and just offer me some coffee and dates. I think he understands that I am looking for some time alone.

[take picture of lobby from POV and put it here (I’ll do that the next time I’m in Anantara)].

I went upstairs, and like almost every time I go to a similar place, I just drink water. I enjoy the music, the place, the rejuvenation of pure sparkling water with lemon, and clarity and peace of mind. I think ahead and ready myself to become a better person.

9:09PM June-6-2015.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Exercise Note 5

12:45AM May 31, 2015

I've been jogging for more than half an hour now including a break to stretch and some walking during which I was thinking about work, colleagues, friends, one special friend, abundance, dreams and ambitions and the future... my emotional and intellectual life.

Around 45 minutes earlier, I was at my parent’s home in Al Ain reading Fifty Shades of Grey like I was pushed to do so by my emotionally troubled but loving and cute devious girlfriend. I was interrupted by my dad who wanted me to leave early to Abu Dhabi so I wouldn't drive sleepy. I woke up late because I slept in late, so I was not going to be sleepy, but I didn’t make any remarks and when he insisted, I just left despite wanting to read more of the intriguing book that was to my surprise well written, entertaining and intellectually stimulating: not just a woman’s sexual fantasies (I read until chapter 4 so far). After reading some more of the book, I wanted to exercise a little bit to get my blood flowing: it makes me feel more alive.

I started driving off to Abu Dhabi like my dad asked. Then the dullness of not jogging for more than 2 days started to sneak into my bored head because I’m just sitting there idle at the steering wheel, just steering it. I need to get some blood flowing so I decided to park in front of Al Massa Hotel in Al Ain, near our home and just start jogging. I started to jog, and after 10 seconds or so jogged back to my, got my iPhone and headphones and resumed jogging. I jogged starting from a new point and through a new path enjoying the simplest forms of expedition.

After the jog I got into the car, I relieved my ears from my wired iPhone headphones, rolled them and put them in my backpack. I put my iPhone in the cup holder near the steering wheel where I usually put it. I sat down thinking whether I'll change my shirt now which was all wet with sweat. I notice a handful of people entering and walking around the parking lot nearer to the hotel and I think to myself that this is not really the place to get naked even for a couple of seconds to switch the shirt, but even, I'll have to dry myself a bit and wiping the sweat with the same shirt while naked would be kind of impolite and audacious.

When I sat down at the steering wheel, the thoughts started to rush to my head. I started to think about my life which has led me to start writing this article. At first I thought I'll drive a little and then start writing when some of the ideas inspired by the physical stress of exercise and the accompanying blood rush to the brain start compiling structurally. I ditched that. I decided to think about that thought itself, and the subsequent meta-thoughts of reflection is what I write here. The primary meta-thought here: why wait for thoughts to come before writing? Why not write about the thought of waiting for thoughts? I recall an inspiring article guiding people to not wait until they are creative. Just do and with enough luck of hard work, you’ll get that amazing masterpiece one day.

I need to learn to be more forward, just go for it, just be me and be brave and not ashamed of being me. I have a lot of great things about me including the fact that think way too much before I saw anything. This is why I barely ever say anything. Maybe someone sees me talking much, it's because I feel only say 10% of the ideas I have, and 50% of that are things I don’t even want to say, but the impulsiveness of youth makes me say it. That causes me to talk much, yet feel like I didn't talk at all since 10% is rather small. I’m best at writing, not talking.

I am also always in doubt and I am proud of it. I always ask myself what if I'm wrong. I always consider revising and checking whether I can do something better and I reiterate silently making people think I’m slacking or just slow. This is good intellectual hesitation that practically holds me back, unfortunately. If I'm wrong, so be it! I'll review my intellectual output, performance, and theory afterwards and make it better. This is part of my painful perfectionism that have always made me quite invisible to many interesting people and places during college. I now look back at those faulty things I have done, and think to myself wow, I was so enthusiastic and passionate about what I did but no one saw it because I was waiting for these projects to be complete. If only I did not hide in my cave of perfectionism in which I lock anything that isn't "complete." This reminds me of a recent article I read about the importance of considering things complete soon and way before they are actually decent products. The article quotes Reid Hoffman of LinkedIn who said that if one isn't ashamed of a site they build when they release it, they have released it too late. He said: “If you are not embarrassed by the first version of your product, you've launched too late” This means just go for it and improve later! Don't get locked in perfectionism like I did. Of course I tell this to myself all the time. Just be practical, implement the minimum and and improve later on. This way I’m practical, but also open minded and able to improve.

I am learning how to be really really practical and I am happy I am learning such essential startup building skills, because that's what I want to do next. Startups are composed of three essential things equally: the spirit of innovation, the brilliant technology, and the pragmatism and flexibility that goes hand in hand.

These are amazing three things to discuss.

May 31 1:06AM

Wait! I just realized that I started my 26th year jogging. This is amazing and I'm very proud. I started jogging at 12:14 and now it's  1:07AM after some writing and jogging.

Everyday will be amazing from now on!


Exercise Note 4

I need to check one of my smart phones for the notes I took while I was jogging. This post is currently just a placeholder. Meanwhile, you can check Exercise Note 5.

3 friendly software developers

I work with other two in a dev team. We all like to curl up on our computers and do things and we only talk to each other when absolutely necessary. Sometimes the necessity seems to be social because someone is just so bored that he needs to vent or have some relief using some “unnecessary” small talk. Relief is necessary, and so this “unnecessary” small talk is actually necessary! This is what I usually think about when one of my dev colleagues tells me a story about his home country or her child.

I’m the most junior member, not only on the dev team, but the whole department. I am finding it very difficult for people to take me seriously, and I really think this is unfair because I am making real contributions to the team and the department including discovering security holes in systems lazily built in a hacky way to “save time”. I believe that those shortcuts left us already in a mess that everyone is seeing, but no change in behavior was realized for some reason worth or studying but that is beyond the topic I want to discuss here.

Talking is not an easy task, especially when you want to do it right. A drunken person can talk. A president might deliver a speech to the UN about a vital global issue. Both of them are talking. I can talk, and so can Larry King. But in the details that characterizes “talking” there is so much that takes place and causes various kinds of effects including emotional and rational. And to cause the right effects, talking must be tailored carefully and that requires a lot of mental effort.

I am not fan of talking for socialization’s sake. But when it comes to communication, even superfluous, I do talk in a manner that people think I am lecturing them, that I’m a show off, or just too chatty. In reality, what I carefully look forward to is delivering an internal mental representation of what I have in my head in as much detail as possible, to achieve clarity, and to obtain other people’s opinion who will be more able to express their opinions now that they have a clear picture.

I support superfluous communication because of two reasons: first, you never really know how others may be able to use information that you think is superfluous (nor can they!), second, things might change in the future, and the third is that our magnificent human mind allows information to interact with other information in unexpected wonderful ways: the creative process is surely not linear and sometimes a lack of focus helps spark ideas, gives way to explore and discover, and see random useful connections that were just out of view. Sometimes when you expose yourself to unexpected things, you are able unexpectedly discover other things. It’s like going on an expedition, but only mentally and intellectually.

On another note, I always find verbal communication to be challenging, and I think people find it challenging to focus on what I’m actually saying and not be distracted by the way I am saying things.

I often find myself in a position wherein someone asks me a question in a light social context that requires a deep thoughtful answer. The question can be really simple, and the questioner is most likely insincere about obtaining a real answer and is relying on a typical social pattern of non-seriousness. But to properly address the question, a sophisticated answer is required, and such an answer is not suitable for the current social context. For example, sometimes people as me how am I doing. This is not a simple question. This question requires reflection at several existential levels and timeframes of consideration. Sometimes I say I’m not sure, prompting light-hearted laughter from others around me, which relieves me, and sometimes I just panic, causing embarrassment for myself and others around me. I also often surprise people with answers that escalates quickly from nice weather to extensive genetic diversity or why I don’t like probabilistic primality tests. That’s not to mention the technical ideas that I relate to what goes on in my social discussions: see Soy Sauce Conversations for a simple example.

There are several ways a conversation can evolve. Changing a conversation’s topic from ‘the weather’ to ‘extensive genetic diversity’ is an example of the evolution of the topic. I’ll call that “topical evolution”. Topical evolution simply means a change of topic, gradual or sudden, comfortably by an appropriate stimulant or related topic painfully through the interruption of an eager loud person. Of course a change of topic carries with it a change of emotions and thinking. That’s another kind of conversational evolution that I experience a lot even without topical evolution: it’s more internal to the mind and so I will call it conversational cognitive evolution. The Cognitive and topical conversational evolution types could happen together, but they are logically independent and can happen separately.

To illustrate conversational cognitive evolution consider the ways of thinking. A light-weight conversation about how bad the traffic is in the morning, might be just that, but behind what is being said, there is so much thinking about how one can model traffic changes mathematically. Of course you avoid telling your girlfriend this, because she’ll complain that you’re such a turn-off like mine usually does with me whenever I really tell her what’s on my mind.

Yesterday she made a remark about my car’s side mirror, but instead called it a window. She joked about how sometimes she calls a mirror a window for some reason. This provoked several thoughts in my mind such as how the brain is flexible enough to allow multiple modes of linguistic processing: a mirror is some form of a window indeed. Our minds are marvelous and we can see a lot of that through our mistakes. A robot would never make such a brilliant mistake, but then a stupid robot with an artificial neural network trained using an “extended text corpus” is just that. My girlfriend might be embarrassed and feel a little stupid, but she has no idea how smart I think she is, until she reads this article (the fact that I am obsessed with her body does not contradict anything here).

The obvious part of the conversation was apparently about a linguistic mistake, and about how being hungry makes you silly (or is it really some form of stress induced brilliance?), but behind the talking was a lot of heavy-weight thinking. Maybe she was thinking about a brilliant business scheme, or how to manipulate me like a chess piece to maximize her pleasure intake.

Well my girlfriend is not really part of our dev team but her influence on me indirectly influences the team. Just like my father, who is also not a software developer or even very tech savvy for that matter, but because he has always insisted that I “develop” a social life, and that I become more social, and that I need to deal with people, and that I need to learn how to effectively deal with people, and that I need to go out, and that I need to stop spending so much time on my computer and that I need to talk more and that I need to be charming, and that I need to always smile and be social and that I… I went crazy. But the traumatic stress is very interesting.

I think my dad learnt the necessity of being socially intelligent the hard way. I am also. Interaction with a system composed of emotional, intricate, barely stable human subsystems is not easy, especially when you are of a similar kind of subsystem. I think no matter how cold and rational one person is, they naturally have that emotional component, even if they are able to control it. I think those who are really unaware of the nuances of social interaction and the emotional part of it, are really lucky as they spare themselves a lot of distraction. This is why I often find myself wishing to be just as emotionally unintelligent as possible, so I can focus on the objectives, the technology, the software, the ambitions of a totally different reality, without even being aware of social or emotional aspects, let alone worrying about them. Just the opposite of what my dad wants me to be: emotionally intelligent and a social leader.

I think my dad has a very strong point in wanting me to be socially smart, because it would make my life a lot easier and would enable me to take leadership roles and as such progress in my career. Of course this is also beyond career success because leading in my personal life would require me to understand people, how to deal with them, how to love them and allow them to love you. Then why don’t I want it?

I think that just being aware of social things is a waste of brain/mind power (wait, I need to be very careful to not step into the infinite space of narrow mindedness! But how can I explain intricately everything I think without taking forever to finish this article?). The mind is a processor and consciously or not, exposure to social elements makes my brain, as an automatic information processor, process and evolve to accommodate the ideas and thoughts (the whole ontology) creating an underlying mental representation to be able to process these ideas and thoughts. I am not really passionate about social intelligence, I am more excited by number theory and algorithms.

To expand more on my desire to lock myself in a library for a couple of years and delve in a world of wonder and science, intellect and mathematics,  I always find myself with a clearer and more rested mental state whenever I have time for myself (please someone explain this to that eager girlfriend of mine). This is why I am sure I am an introvert, but many times I act (only act) as an extrovert because I am curious and passionate as I elaborate in the following two paragraphs before I go back to my development team:

Curiosity makes me want to explore people: their behavior and what information they hold. People are very powerful information systems if they actually allow themselves to receive and learn, and communicate and exchange information with others thoughtfully. The way people behave socially is very interesting, unexpected, chaotic, biologically intelligent, very unlike the artificially intelligent systems -to what extent can we call it artificial anyways? I feel like I need paragraphs of interjections every other word I write here- computer scientists are building with the former being a reference point for the latter.

I also am passionate about achievement. And hence I am interested in motivating my team to talk more, or rather, to communicate useful information more. Communication can make my team much more efficient and effective in their software development process both strategically and technically. From deciding to create a solution and the why behind it, to the technical details of how. I found them doing things without me knowing (they do not report to me as I am just a team member at the same level) and then found out that they could have done things in a much better way. If only we took 10 minutes to talk about it!

This 10 minute is a professional investment. I don’t want to chat about the weather for 10 minutes. And if this 10 minutes investment is going to save us hours or even weeks of hard work later, then why not?! The resistance comes from the fact that talking is not easy as I mentioned above, because thoughtful conversations requires you to think, analyze and imagine. And then after all that, you have to convert all of your thoughts, analysis and imagination to that linguistic representation called natural language, or English, which, to make things harder, isn’t the native language of anyone on the team. The inadequacy of natural language to represent thought, or our inadequacy to use it to do the same, is compounded by the differences in native languages.

The three of us want our lives to be easier, we all want to be more efficient and effective because of the internal reward and external recognition, and we want to be better and spend our precious time doing precious things. Then why aren’t we talking?

Because of my failure.

I think things, I am writing them down now, I have communicated them before to the team by emailing and telling and yelling, yet what I want is not there. What does that mean other than I failed?

My acknowledgement of failure is not an emotional downturn, but rather a strategic move that entices me to ask myself: what can I do differently, since I failed all these times, to obtain the result that I need? How can I allow my colleagues to be more encouraged to make a change even when I have no authority over them?

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Beauty and sadness

Beauty, with all the inspiration she brings, leaves my grey matter alone to its greyness, until the notion of color is so diminished and love is completely out of the picture.

I am the liar who hates lies. I am the punished child running away in tears of a heart I have broken: my own. I am the creator of beauty or the artist who paints a picture of words, then thoughts, then realizes that it was not a painting, it was reality, or at least my personalized version of which.

I get confused also, and paint confusion with words on a piece of paper and send it to you so you'd know not what is inside, I have no reason to want you to get to know the freaking confusion, but rather to know me, the creator of confusion, and to know what I think of you and what you do, the cause of my confusion.

Alas, there is unavoidable sadness, but coverable. Just like the lies covered with my blinded eyes, for my mind insisted to see only beauty.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Toothless Cherry, the White Flowers, and the Angry Goose

Every morning, the little kids wake up and race to the grove of white flowers to pick them up and sell them for money. They were only allowed to pick the blooming flowers. They competed to collect the most flowers to sell them in straps of 10. Little Cherry, with a smile lacking front teeth, always wins because she's organized and doesn't get distracted by the other noisy kids who tried to trick her into searching for blooming flowers where there isn't any.

The kids to wake up the earliest so they would get the blooming flowers of that day first. But they often wake up at the same time because they stayed in the same room and a chicken from the neighborhood called chickchick would come to wake them up every day for their morning endeavor or race or on that particular day for Cherry, an adventure.

Little Cherry used to have a strategy. She was organized since she was young and that still shows in her now as an adult. She says she was an ugly duckling and now her beauty is crusted with elegant confidence. The toothless cherry, wearing red that beautiful morning, would go around the flower field line by line to collect the flowers, while the other kids randomly traversed around. She would pick the most flowers because she didn't waste time going around and she most efficiently collected the most flowers. Being organized and systematic was her strategy and that still works well for her.

One day she was amazed when she found a big white flower. It was the biggest flower she ever found and it was different in the way it bloomed. This flower seemed very unique to her and had extra shine of whiteness and extra bloom and contrasted beautifully with the red shirt she was wearing. Exhilarated, she strapped this precious flower and started to celebrate her happiness. She started running around and yelling and screaming in happiness for the kids about her beautiful blooming big white flower.

Then there was the quacking. The unfriendly buzzes of an unfriendly goose startled the little tiny toothless Cherry who got scared. Out of nowhere, a quacking goose started chasing Cherry who was screaming in happiness just moments ago only to start running and scream in fear of the duck moments after.

She went around a block of flowers when unfortunately her uncle who was there watching the kids race around, grabbed the goose and saved the little Cherry. Cherry was happy she is finally safe and was glad she strapped her big flower so it wasn't harmed.

A morning of love, peace, beauty, innocence and nostalgia.