DP Daily Prompt: Four Stars

Write a review of your life— or someone close to you—as if it were a movie or a book.

I was the seventh child of my parents and the second daughter. I was told  I was born after my mom lost her ten month old son.

My sister informed  me mom sat in a corner every day and cried for her son who passed away.

I had an unusual malady as an infant I fainted without any reason, once my aunt had me on her lap, I suddenly fainted, my aunt cried and said, “Apa(big sister) I did not do anything.”

Before my mom could reply,my sister blurted out, “You didn’t do anything she always faints without reason.”

When my sister narrated  this I knew how much my sister loved me i.e. (hated me).

I loved poetry early on, I’d hang out with my older brothers and listened when they memorized poems esp. the funny ones. My memory was sharp, I recited the poem before my brothers  could learn by rote.

I loved singing quietly when no one was watching, the songs the nuns taught were my favorite.

I spent my time reciting my favorite poems and singing. My siblings always found me in the corner of my room, squatting on the floor singing.

I loved to go to school, but when I was unable to complete my homework, I’d make an excuse and stayed home. This angered my sister so much she’d scream at the top of her lungs with the words, “Dad is spoiling her.”

Life according to me was playing with my siblings, having fun moving around the neighborhood exploring a brand new place every day. I never ever thought what I’d like to be when I grow up, these feelings never found its way  in my mind.

When I was eleven my Dad planned a trip to Bangladesh, it was the first time I saw my aunts,  uncles and cousins. Before I saw them in real life I wondered if I have these relatives that my friends boasted about. The mystery was solved I too have near and dear ones like them.

I barely turned twelve, it was a Wednesday morning, the sun was bright, we the younger siblings came out of the house to play as usual, a loud scream from my mother caught our attention, we raced inside, mom was in Dad’s room, we all went in, to my absolute horror I witnessed my dad taking his last breath.

Things were not the same after this incident,my mom announced we will go to Bangladesh for good.

Everyone in the family was heartbroken as we packed our belongings to leave the place we called home for so long!

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365 Writing Prompts: Freaky Friday

If you could be someone else for a day,who would you be,and why? If that seems too easy try this one: Who would you like to have spend a day as you and what do you hope they’d learn from the experience?

The second one to me has a lot of possibilities. I would therefore like to choose the second one.

Who would I like to spend a day  as me? It would be  with the  little boy I met at the mall,and what I hope he’d learn from the experience? How to grow up as a happy person.

Yesterday I was sitting on a bench. I was waiting for my daughter to get her shopping done, so we could head home.

Without warning a little boy, came and sat next to me. He could be three, four or five, it’s not easy to decipher their age when they are that little. However I looked at him and wondered what made him sit so comfortably beside me, given the fact children are always cautioned by parents not to talk to strangers.

I was a total stranger to the little tyke, he looked at me and swayed his legs to and fro feeling completely at ease. Mom said something which I thought was scurry on or I will leave you behind. He got up extended his tiny hand to shake mine. I was overjoyed and was only too glad to oblige. He left making me realize I still am able to attract little ones as I did when I was a teacher.

If it is at all possible ‘d like to spend my day with this sweet kid. At first I’d tell him how happy I was to meet him. I’d ask his name, where he lives,after the introduction, I’d invite him and his parents to my house, will serve some beverage and food to get better acquainted .

My main interest would be to tell the kid some interesting children’s stories, after this  depending on the response I may spend some time doing a bit of Art. I know kids are naturally interested in drawing when enough time is spent in this activity , we  will use  some  time watching cartoons on TV.

I’d  see how much interest he has left. If he tells me he’d like to write some letters of the English alphabet I’d get paper and pencil, after writing his letters when it shows he wants to do something else. I’d see if he can write his name using some of those letters, if he succeeds,I’d give him some treats and ask him what else he’d like to do.

If he is unable to tell me and it seems his interest is waning, we’d call it a day promising to do the same at a later date!

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