365 Writing Prompt: All grown up

When was the first time you really felt like a grown up(if ever)?

I was always curious about everything. I think I was eight years old, my Dad hired a new teacher for my younger siblings, he was employed to teach them Urdu.

One day I wanted to see how my siblings were doing, there they were repeating every word that their teacher was saying, the teacher knew the whole book by heart. He had his eyes closed and in a sing song tone was reciting the words.

Something to me wasn’t right I thought, my siblings I didn’t believe could read, they were able to repeat what their teacher was saying. I waited for them to complete the lesson for that day, when they came out, I grabbed my sister I told her I didn’t think any of them could read, after continuous repetition they were able to deceive me by opening the book and pretended to know they can actually read.

I told my sister, “I bet you cannot read it.”

She insisted she can , I said: “then read.”

I opened a page in the book and asked her to read.

She said, “I want to start from the first page.”

I was convinced none of them learned to read.

I told her if she can read what difference does it make if I open the book at any page, she should be able to read. My sister stayed quiet, there was nothing she was able to say.

I went to Dad and told him the teacher does not know how to teach and my siblings after all these months cannot read a single word. They can read without opening the book. You know what that means they have memorized the whole book.

My Dad was upset, he immediately  fired the teacher .

That day onward I felt like a grown up I was able to point out to my Dad that the teacher he hired for our younger siblings was not capable of teaching!

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DP Daily Prompt: Favorite Mistake

Is there a mistake you’ve made that turned out to be a blessing– or otherwise changed your life for the better? Tell us about it.

Usually mistakes are never welcome because they can change one’s life for good, sometimes they are a blessing in disguise.

Before going to London, my sister gave two dollars each to our younger siblings. All the younger ones bought snacks and ate them, one of my brothers spent the money to play a crossword puzzle. When he saw the siblings were enjoying the snacks he felt terrible, he deprived himself was the only thought in his mind, he came to me and expressed his remorse for wasting the money on a crossword puzzle. I consoled him and said, “It’s okay maybe next time you’ll buy snacks instead of wasting your money.”

We forgot about this incident my brother recovered from this loss and he was his usual self joking and laughing, perhaps he still felt hurt inwardly but you couldn’t tell from his expression.

A few days later my mother handed us the newspaper, we always quarreled with each other,who’d read the news first, the paper changed hands and finally landed in my younger brother’s hand, his first reaction was to check the crossword puzzle result, he started checking the correct words with those he  filled in, one at a time he found his answers were correct, when he came to the last one, he noticed it also matched his entry, it was difficult for him to believe he had an all correct entry, he kept rubbing his eyes and checking, after checking several times he realized he did have an all correct entry. 

There were three all correct entries and he was one of them. He was very generous he shared part of  the money with everyone in the family.

It changed my brother’s life, he saved the money and used it for his education.

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