I met a little boy at the elevator hall. He whispered himself to worried about that he pressed the wrong button for downstair. “Accident!” He explained. “Don't care, it'll come soon” I said. Then we walked into the elevator together, he asked me “Can you speak English?”. I told him “I can little little bit”. So he said proudly “I can speak Japanese! ミカン”. I said “Oh, your Japanese is great. How old are you?” He said “Four!” with pointing 4. “Which floors do you want to?”. He pressed another number with shy smiling.
He could give me a happy moment. Thank you.