“Mamma, I want to go to her house now..”
“You went there only this morning, why you want to go again? play here for now..”
” I am so bored here, you don’t say stories like her..Can I go once?”
Mamma gave her a confused look which concealed suppressed sadness of her inability to keep her engaged, before nodding yes for her child’s happiness.
Years later, as she nodded yes to her child, she wished she knew that then what she knew now, the truth of how much the innocence of a child could hurt the pride of the motherhood….