Worries of a little heart…..

She is in class I.  Her School reopened after the summer holidays a few days back.  I was far away from her, attending a training and I could come back only after two weeks.  In those days, somehow, after a lot of cry she used to get into the school bus in the morning.  

When I came back, her first ‘order for me’ was ‘you will never go for a meeting’.  The next day, as usual I accompanied her to the bus stop and she was very happy.  Everybody at the bus stop commented, ‘finally she has stopped crying and is smiling today’! 

That day evening she asked “Amma, I get your memories in the class ….Do you remember me while in office?  I said “Yes, of course”. 

Suddenly she replied, “Then, why do you send me to school every day”?

I said “you need to learn reading and writing to grow up”. “No, I don’t want to grow up then”.  After sometime she said, "Ok, then let us go to school together”.

“In your class all the chairs are very small….I can’t sit on them…More than that, I am like your madam in my office, people will come to me to show their work….”, I was trying to convince her.

She was not ready to give up.  “Then let us together remain at home, I will give you papers from my copies to do your office work at home”.

I said, “You know, when your grandmother became old, her office said, now you can take rest at home…I can sit at home leaving my office work only when I became old…”

She was silent for a moment, and then replied, “No, amma, you will never be old”.   I whispered in my mind “Dear daughter, I will be there for you always as young as I am today…that is my wish and prayer…..”

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