A NEW BEGINNING

Hola friends! Here is the seventh offering in ‘The Little Girl’ series written for children. This chapter is linked to the previous post ‘Nobody Loves Me Anymore’. You may read it here.

That evening father was home earlier than his usual time. He brought with him a packet of piping hot samosas and yummy spiral jalebis- favourites of the little girl.

The entire house gathered in the living room. Uncle and aunt were both dressed for some special occasion. They were going out for dinner! Grandmother looked ebullient and happy. For a change mother and the little girl’s baby sister also joined them. Everyone was in high spirits. Tea was poured into china cups from mother’s crockery collection. The little girl was excited. Could there have been a better day? No!

She feasted on the scrumptious samosas, devouring the crisp and flaky edges and leaving clumps of potato for mother, as she always did.

“Would you like to have these mother?” she asked.

“I would love to my girl, but I can’t. The doctor says it will give me and the baby a tummy ache,” sulked mother.

The little girl was confused.

‘How would the baby’s tummy hurt if mother ate the potatoes?’ She glanced at mother once again, who seemed out of sorts.    

‘Poor mother,’ she thought. Then she looked at her baby sister sleeping in the cradle.

“Poor little sister of mine!” she said, secretly thanking her own stars for not messing up with her stomach.

“What did you do all day long, my girl?” father asked, sipping from his cup.

“I spent the day colouring,” the little girl said meekly, looking at grandmother from the corner of her eye. Grandmother was busy brushing crumbs from her salwar.

“Didn’t you play with your little sister?”

“Uh…well…”

“The baby spent her day sleeping,” mother intervened. “Now that she is going to be up in a while, my little girl will keep her entertained. Won’t you little one?”

“Me? Well, I…”

“How wonderful!” chimed in father. “May I join the two of you?”

“Of course,” jumped the little girl. “But first could you please finish these potatoes off my plate?” she implored.

The aunt played melodious numbers on her recorder and uncle utilized his instant camera to click some pictures. The little girl’s baby sister woke up after a while, crying at first and then lying quietly in her cot, thinking. She looked happier every time she was picked up for a photograph. Uncle clicked so many of them- father, mother, the little girl and the baby in one frame; another one of the grandmother with the two girls; of uncle and aunt with the little girl first and then with her baby sister too. In all the pictures there was one common factor- the little girl featured in them all!

Soon, it was time for uncle and aunt to leave for their dinner party. Father moved to clear the kitchen and change into a pair of comfortable clothes. Grandmother also prepared to retire to her room but not before giving the little girl a warm hug.

“Grandmother, are you upset with me?”

“Why should I be?” she winked at the little girl before leaving finally.

“I will be right back, little one,” mother called out. “Meanwhile will you look after your baby sister?”

“Yes, I will!”

Suddenly, the little girl felt so big and responsible.

SO BIG and RESPONSIBLE!

She had been wrong about grandmother, father, mother and about her little sister. They all loved her a lot. Yes, they did! 

The little girl hovered around the cradle, calling out to the baby every now and then.

“My dearest sister, I am your elder sibling. When you grow bigger, I will be the one to hold your hand and take you around. I will also share my set of hot wheels and my colours with you. I can also teach you some art. My teacher always gives me an excellent in the art book.”

She picked up the yellow and red baby rattle and sat down on a green pouffe placed next to the cradle. Placing her head close to the edge, she began to rock the cradle taking breaks in between to shake the rattle.

It had been a while and neither mother nor father were back in the room. The little girl felt important. She was doing well. She had managed to keep her baby sister busy and the latter looked quite pleased with her good company.

‘What a brilliant job done!’ thought the little girl, patting herself virtually for it.

She glanced at the baby, feeling unsure about giving her a peck on the cheek. Mother always said that babies have sensitive skin, just like water. One touch and several ripples. Of course, the haunting fear of an infection was also there. The little girl decided to merely touch the baby with her tiny finger.

Indeed! She was like water. The little girl’s finger seemed to have drowned in a whirlpool. She immediately withdrew her hand and heaved a sigh of relief. She was glad the baby had not started crying.

“Phew! You scared me sister,” she said. “You are such a touch-me-not. Do you know what that is? I am going to teach you that and lots of other things when you grow up. I am your guide and your teacher,” she said wrapping her sister’s hand around her index finger.

She paused for a while and then said, “Actually, I am your sister, mother and father, all rolled into one… now and forever!”

Someone standing behind the door chuckled. Could it have been grandmother?

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I am taking my blog to the next level with Blogchatter’s #MyFriendAlexa Campaign. This is the seventh post in the series. Read the other posts below.

The Butterfly Fluttered Its Wings

Welcome to the New School

The Plan

High Neck in Winters

No Longer Little

Nobody Loves Me Anymore

     

10 Comments on “A NEW BEGINNING

  1. This takes me back to my schooldays. I was always condemned to be in the first row – in classroom, in assembly lines, in photographs (sitting on the ground right in front of everyone else who would be standing or sitting on benches)…

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  2. Samosa and the vivid description just made me instantly crave hot ones while reading it! The last line made a deep impact. The little is surely not so little anymore!

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  4. Its such a lovely story that you are wiritng and I am glad the little girl is now happy and over her feelings of not being loved.

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  5. Oh, the big and responsible girl has spread her wings and wrapped her younger sibling beneath the warmth of her sprouting sisterly bond. How lovely!
    Samosa and Jalebi, mouthwatering!

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  6. I love the little girl’s concern about someone finishing the potatoes on her plate! 😀
    I guess rhe ploy worked to leave the little girl alone with the baby and give her a sense of responsibility and belonging.
    I’m so glad she got over her left out feelings.
    Lovely series Sonia. You’ve really taken us into a child’s mind. 😊

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