The weekend engagement idea this week really caught me off guard because it emphasizes your viewpoint and takes a futuristic perspective to the issue you would choose. I enjoyed how much time and ingenuity sir 
This week, there are four main topics, and one of them is particularly important to someone else. I don't know him much, so there are really just three options. I then made the decision to concentrate on the first item on the list, the Entertaining Weekend, which states,
The long, demanding workweeks sapped the majority of my energy, leaving me with nothing but annoyance and suffering. My violent study habits were causing an ongoing conflict in my psyche, I could sense it. It challenges the deep-seated elements of my inner being, forcing me to stoop into the muck and face negativity. A chance presented itself just as I was ready to enter the front door after using the restroom in my garden. I was startled by a loud honk, and it continued to beep until I tossed a pair of slippers out of the left car window. "Would you kindly stop beeping? You're heard, okay? ", I yelled angrily.
An older cousin of mine got out of the car and smiled teasingly. He ran in my direction, with his shoulder bag banging on his right-side hip. I was about to speak up when he interrupted me. "Oh, oh, before anything else, I have bad and good news for you. Which one would you like to hear first? " he said. "Go on! Whatever it is, spill it out." I sat on the old, wooden acacia-made bench. I told you last week that I applied for a one-week vacation in Singapore, right? I got permission. However, I cannot attend the upcoming treat-a-child program, so I would like you to become my substitute, my cousin spoke without a hint of hesitation.
Instead of shillyshallying out of the situation, I was even more thrilled. This was my opportunity to participate in an exclusive program that helps underprivileged youngsters. The following morning, I turned in my qualifications along with a note from my cousin stating that I would take his place. I was dressed in my loose khaki shirt, rough-cut jeans, and white shoes. At nine in the morning, I departed from my house to travel to the foundation, where I would meet the kids, I would be spending time with. I could sense the excitement in the air as the bluish-pink paint on the gate was sprayed.
I was warmly welcomed by a woman in her mid-fifties who also directed me to the kids. I followed her as she said, "On this way, sir!" until we got to room 23. As I entered the room, I saw two children sitting in the center, drawing something that I could hardly see. I reciprocated the children's good mornings by saying the same. I was told to choose a boy or a girl from among the children by the woman. There was a dilemma right away. All I thought was that I would have plenty of kids, as it was written on the invitation card, and I misunderstood it. The girl's face was visibly red, and she was biting her bottom lips and putting her two fists together. On the other hand, the boy fiercely grabbed my attention while gazing at me with astonishment and a smile.
I decided that I would choose the boy over the girl. I had to make a choice, even though it was difficult. I stroked the boy's hair backward as I cradled him around my chest and introduced myself to him. I introduced myself as Denn and said, "Hey, I'll be your brother for the day. You'll be a good kid, okay?" The young man gave me a nod before giving me a bear hug. I was very disturbed about not picking up the girl at the back of my thoughts. My two sisters and I grew up together, treating them like princesses. For a very long time, I had been pining for a brother, so I couldn't let this opportunity pass.
We went to the Manila Ocean Park, where there were many entertaining activities, hundreds of sea creatures, and fish that could be fed. His happiness was palpable; he intermittently grinned at me and continuously thanked me. We turned our heads back and a stingray astonished us by running in my direction. You're fine, little boy. You won't be harmed by it. Look! It is observing you. I grabbed both of his hands and waved them left and right, then I went forward and let him tap the glass. "It seems to like you," I muttered.
We spent a few hours shopping before going to Rizal Park. The statue of Jose P. Rizal, the Philippine National Hero, was one of the most well-liked tourist destinations in Manila. A man selling ice cream walked nearby. When the boy glanced at me, I immediately understood what he meant. In preparation for the circumstance, I bought two vanilla and cheese ice cream cones. We then took a stroll. We started to become fatigued, so we stopped and rested on a side bench beneath a large tree. I licked the side of the cone and inquired, "Did you like our great trip?" I asked "Yes, it was a lot of fun, and I enjoyed the fish at Ocean Park and the fish under my feet."
After a long day, I had to bring the young boy from the foundation home. I remained at the entrance. The young boy was sobbing while waving both hands. Being with a tiny guy like him made me feel very content because I never had a baby sibling growing up. On the drive back, I bawled like a baby. I was interested in adopting him during the brief period of time, but I ought to have focused on improving myself first. The love, time, and real happiness that children from middle-class and upper-class families receive should not be differentiated from those who come from low-income homes. If you don't let a kid give a chance, you'll never know what type of realization they might offer to you.