Day Ten: Let the Scene Write Itself
It’s Monday morning, I get ready to walk over to the distant mailbox to pick up my mail. It took me a while to get there, I noticed people going to work, a girl walking with her book- bag on her back, she seemed unhappy, perhaps forgot to do her homework or something else. Who cares I tell myself I must concentrate on walking and picking up my mail.
I open the box, the mail I expected were smiling, yes Ranu here we are, time to catch the bus to pay the bills.
I look at my watch, the route number Two is coming in five minutes. I thank God, I’m so pleased I did not miss it. Waiting along with me are three women each doing their own thing, one is smoking, oh dear I say, second-hand smoking is more dangerous than actually smoking. I have no choice I cannot move, it’s no use telling the woman to stop.
I see route number Two coming, I get on scan my card, turn around to get a seat, suddenly I thought there was no seat, they were full . I wait, next minute I saw a small vacant space, beside it I see a teeny tiny little girl sitting quietly. I sat down and said, Hello, her head started to lower, I’m puzzled I look at the lady sitting on the other side, she smiled, this is my daughter, she’s very shy with strangers, she won’t lift her head until it’s time to get off.
A voice in me reminds , hey you taught kids for eons, come on speak to her. I say, ‘Hi,’ It’s time for me to get off. She lifts her little head, extends her hand, I hold it and shake it, but she held on wouldn’t let go. I said I have to go, suddenly she releases my hand and raises her palm, Oh I say hi five, mom says yes, the older sister nods, we smile I get up and get off the bus.
On my way to the bank I kept thinking about the little girl and felt pleased that I spent all those years teaching little kids, they are truly amazing!