When something that is normal…

…is very special and precious.
Tonight one of the extra activities was a speed chess tournament. Something quite impossible for E to play. He simply can’t move the pieces fast enough. But the players (young and old!) and arbitration already had a solution: one of them was going to move E’s pieces on his instructions.
And so he played, and there was absolutely nobody who didn’t want to help. They all did it as if it was something they already did for years. It was normal for them. But it sure wasn’t for me… it gave me goosebumps.