Who can understand the heart of a kid? Who can find out what is really going on inside his heart?

I love a book called “The little prince”, or “Le petit prince” in its original language. It is an amazing book. I don’t mean it is a perfect book with all truth inside. No, I don’t mean that. The Truth Book is the Bible, the Word of God. But there is something special in “The little prince”. It shows how funny we, the not-kids-anymore, are. It shows who we forget everything about being a kid. It shows some of the big differences (maybe not really accurate) between kids and adults.

Adults care about numbers, about facts. Kids care about experience, actions. Kids don’t care about how much money his friend has. They care about how much fun they have when they are together. They don’t make friends just to get a promotion inside their companies. Adults do that. That book shows how funny adults are: they were a kid one day, but simply forgot everything about their experience.

I’m not saying we should be childish. No! I’m just thinking about the big differences between kids and adults. I’m just wondering how good our memory is.

It simply breaks my heart to see one of the kids I really love crying “with no reason” (for the adults) and not being able to tell what is really going on. It breaks my heart. I feel like speaking another language. I feel like in China trying to take my brother to the hospital talking Portuguese with them. I feel I forgot everything about my experiences when I was a child. I can’t even guess what is going on. And it is not something that I can say “it doesn’t matter”. I CAN’T say that. It’s not my hamster that is sick and I don’t know what is going on. This is nothing. It’s one of my “little brothers” with his soul sick… and I feel unable to do anything. I feel trying everything I can and know with no success.

And guess what? I’m sure one of the reasons the kids have their souls sick on these days is because the adults they know (parents, teachers, friends) don’t understand their language and say really stupid and dumb things to them, trying to say something completely different. And I think it hurts a lot.

I just don’t know why we are so stupid to forget our first language. How could we lose the heart of the kid that still lives inside of us?