An Extra Special Day
- Writers Pouch
- Feb 29, 2016
- 3 min read
Updated: Jul 7
While I was walking in the park near my home, as I do every evening, I saw a boy, probably ten years old, resting on a bench, absorbed in his thoughts. He looked worried, so I approached him before asking, “What is your name, son?”
As he turned to me, I continued, “Is everything alright?”
Looking at me for a moment, he smiled. A moment later, he responded, “My name is Rahul sir, and everything is alright. I’m just waiting for my mother.”
I couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you waiting for your mother in a park?”
The boy nodded before stating, “She instructed me to wait here. On her way back from work, we planned to go shopping. This park is closer to her office and the store.”
