"Why is she so poor,mother?" the six year-old asked his mother.The mother wasn't sure about how to answer him."Why does she wear old and torn rags?" he pressed.
The boy was talking about the maid servant of the house.Right from when he was small,he had seen her doing the chores of the house.She swept and mopped the floor,washed the utensils,washed the clothes among many other things.
She lived in a slum that was just a stone's throw from their house.He had never seen her relax even for a moment.After she finished the work of their house,she went to rest of the houses in the neighbourhood.
"Why,mother?" he asked again.Unsure of what to say,his mother decided to change the topic.
"Didn't you want to eat those sweets?Well..." she paused and continued,"you can have them".The boy jumped with joy and ran towards the kitchen.
For the time being,he had forgotten about everything.But,somewhere deep down in his heart the questions were still there.Questions whose answers he still did not have...
The boy was talking about the maid servant of the house.Right from when he was small,he had seen her doing the chores of the house.She swept and mopped the floor,washed the utensils,washed the clothes among many other things.
She lived in a slum that was just a stone's throw from their house.He had never seen her relax even for a moment.After she finished the work of their house,she went to rest of the houses in the neighbourhood.
"Why,mother?" he asked again.Unsure of what to say,his mother decided to change the topic.
"Didn't you want to eat those sweets?Well..." she paused and continued,"you can have them".The boy jumped with joy and ran towards the kitchen.
For the time being,he had forgotten about everything.But,somewhere deep down in his heart the questions were still there.Questions whose answers he still did not have...
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