I remember that morning when I first asked about the meaning of the word "love". It was before I learned a lot of words. Let me tell you this incident. I found some early spring flowers blooming in the garden, so I brought them to my teacher. She, in turn, tried to accept it as a kind of expression of gratitude. But at that time, I didn't want anyone to accept me except my mother. Then the kind Solfaan put her soft and gentle arm around me and whispered the following words on my fingers: "I love you, Helen." So I asked her: "What is love?" She pulled me closer to her and said: "It is here," and pointed to her heart. Her words confused me a lot because at that time I didn't know anything that I couldn't touch! I smelled the flowers in her hand and asked her sometimes with words and sometimes with signs a question that meant: Is love the beautiful smell of flowers? My teacher said: No. Love is something like the clouds in the sky before the sun comes out. Then she went on to explain to me, saying: "You, Helen, cannot touch the clouds, but you know that when the rain comes after a hot day, the thirsty flowers and the earth will be happy when its water reaches them. And you also cannot touch love, but you know the sweet feelings that it spreads in everything. Without the good feelings, you will not be happy or have a desire to play."