Thursday morn
Wednesday, April 26th, 2006"Ma,am, why are you short?"
"Uhm…"
"My Mom’s short, too."
"Oh!"
"Yep, I’m taller than her."
"I think you just miss your Mom that’s why you asked me that question."
"Yes…"
"How about you Franklin, where’s your Mom? Do you miss her, too?"
"Not really. She’s just in Jaro."
"And your Dad?"
"He’s in Nigeria."
"Well, I bet you miss him, too."
"Yes…"
"And you Liza? Where are your parents?"
"They’re in China."
"Do you miss them, too?"
"Yes…"
"That’s alright. I miss my Mom, too."
And we all fell silent as we think of those people whom we sorely miss. I thought about myself, too. About how these brats are getting on my nerves. How they make me laugh and how they make me cry. I thought about the eyebags and the dark circles around my eyes and thought about how their papers are slowly turning me into a nocturnal animal.I thought about my future and their future. And I thought about everything…
And all these thinking just started because this silly kid named Umesh asked me why I’m short…
