Preparation

The morning air felt different that day — filled with excitement, whispers, and the promise of something new. A baby had just been born in our family, and I could barely contain my joy. My father and I set out to meet the little princess, and all through the town bus ride into the next town, one thought kept running through my mind: Will they let me hold her? Will they place her in my lap? Maybe I was too little for that, but I had already decided — I would at least touch the baby. When I finally saw her, so small and delicate, I was mesmerized by her tiny hands and fingers. As expected, I wasn’t allowed to carry her or have her sit on my lap. Still, I gently reached out and touched her little fingers. Oh, how tiny they are, I thought. Then, something magical happened — she wrapped her tiny hand around my finger. That moment filled me with pure joy. I’ve held onto that memory ever since, and even today, I can still feel that beautiful connection. That tiny hand taught me something ...

This is the story that my 4 years old recited to me when i possed him with the question, "Tell me a Story Hashu". Once upon a time, there was a girl named Jayanthi with her son named Hashu. As My mother asked me to tell a story, I was telling a story about my mother and me. My grandma are talking in my mothers phone. My daddy is talking in his phone. My mother was happy and that is the end.                                                                                THE END When I was invisible and my mother can't see me. When I am a super hero, I want to fly.                                                 ...