~Miu ♡
in retrospect..
The little girl refuses to walk.
Despite her mom pulling her hands, she refuses to budge. She had seen a beautiful doll displayed in the store and she wants it.
Her mom console and assures her, they will buy it on another day but she was not listening to any of it. She begins to throw tantrums on the street outside the store, oblivious to the pain in her mom's eyes and the embarrassment on her mom's face. Her mom, at her wits ends..decides to slowly walk away.. her back facing the girl. She keeps walking away slowly but surely..leaving her.
A sudden fear shook the little girl. Reality sinks in. Her mom is abandoning her..crying...wailing...she runs towards her mom. Pulling...tugging at her mom's hand with pleading eyes questioning how could her mom think about leaving her.
Her little broken heart over the doll, is nothing compared to losing her mom. Her mom, look into the little girl's eyes(there were tears in her mom's eyes)..smiles and pick her up. Carries her in her arms and slowly make their way to the bus stop for their trip home.
That was the lesson she was subtly taught. She could not comprehend at such a young age, why her mom did not want to buy the doll for her. Lest does she understands until much later that life is not really that simple as an adult. At such a young age, she could not understand the concept of being poor..
But she understands now, the immense pain her mom must have gone through, that moment...that day...years ago..
in retrospect..
The little girl refuses to walk.
Despite her mom pulling her hands, she refuses to budge. She had seen a beautiful doll displayed in the store and she wants it.
Her mom console and assures her, they will buy it on another day but she was not listening to any of it. She begins to throw tantrums on the street outside the store, oblivious to the pain in her mom's eyes and the embarrassment on her mom's face. Her mom, at her wits ends..decides to slowly walk away.. her back facing the girl. She keeps walking away slowly but surely..leaving her.
A sudden fear shook the little girl. Reality sinks in. Her mom is abandoning her..crying...wailing...she runs towards her mom. Pulling...tugging at her mom's hand with pleading eyes questioning how could her mom think about leaving her.
Her little broken heart over the doll, is nothing compared to losing her mom. Her mom, look into the little girl's eyes(there were tears in her mom's eyes)..smiles and pick her up. Carries her in her arms and slowly make their way to the bus stop for their trip home.
That was the lesson she was subtly taught. She could not comprehend at such a young age, why her mom did not want to buy the doll for her. Lest does she understands until much later that life is not really that simple as an adult. At such a young age, she could not understand the concept of being poor..
But she understands now, the immense pain her mom must have gone through, that moment...that day...years ago..