My daughter came to me, holding a piece of paper. I sat there reading a paper back book. Angel played with her toys, but today something was unusual. Angel stopped at the other end of the table, opposite to where I sat; it made me look up at her. Then I noticed she was not her usual wind mill. Generally kids do show moods, like throwing tantrums. So I waited smiling at her. The paper seemed more important to her than her pumpkin doll. Pumpkin was her favorite doll, because her grand mom had handmade for her. Angel looked up from the tablecloth which was capable of holding a five year old child’s interest for more than five minutes. I was starting to worry now, because all my questions went unanswered in the past minutes; courtesy; table cloth.
“Come here baby, what happened? Won’t you tell your mama?”
Lower lip curling and brows furrowed, she seemed to consider my question and finally she asked, “Mama Can you write in Hindi?”
Strange, I thought where did that come from? “Umm, well dear, sure we can work something out, is it something to do with your school work?”
“NO” okay so was that all the reply to be expected? Now I know why new mothers are so fussy and complaining about their children. After giving her time enough to explain, when there was no answer I cleared my throat and asked, “What for then angel?”
Blue eyes rising from under the white tablecloth, made my heart turned over .
“Do you remember Rita, my school friend? She always brings idlies for lunch to school”. I had to suppress that smile, because kids found vegetables as ever growing enemies, but here idlies were worse in her eyes.
“Yes what about her?”
As grave an expression a five year old could manage, was there on her face, as she said “once she was sad. So she wrote to God a letter, about wanting chocolates. She gets them everyday. But “
Oh poor love, you want chocolates and so Hindi? What we can do for chocolates at this age of innocence. “Hmmm I see. But?”
“ But I have been writing since Sunday,” pointing to each finger she added,” Monday , Tuesday, till today but I did not get what I asked for.”
Oh! So that explains the sad face. Angel went on to add, “So maybe God cannot read English, can he?”
I was not given a chance to reply, “So can you write in Hindi for me? Please mama?”
Is it humanly possible to say no when you’re asked something so sweetly? Dear lord I said a prayer heaven word, thank you, for this day, for this moment. I am glad I am a mom; and I am glad for who I am.
“Angel did you happen post it for God to read it?” at that eyes wide, she said as if repeating every word etched from memory , “ Rita said we leave it under the pillow and God reads it during the night” she said it shaking her head from up to down.
Now this letter was getting intriguing by the moment. What I read brought a wet sheen to my eyes.
I am Angel. I did not eat my dinner on Saturday. Dad scolded mama on Sunday. He went out on Sunday and has not come back, and I want him. Sorry for not eating, I will eat from tomorrow. Send daddy and also a puppy, so he can eat if my tummy is full.
My husband and I had a disagreement. It was no fight, but my poor love, she was blaming herself? Dear lord! Her love was tugging at my heart.
Tears filed my eyes, but I refused to succumb to them. We wrote the letter, Angel and I. the Hindi letter was placed under her pillow and we exchanged a secretive smile. She turned into her windmill self, the naught and happy kid. It was like in a moment she gave her worries to God and moved on.
On cue my husband arrived the next day from his business trip. He received a fierce hug from Angel. She ran into him and he almost saved himself from toppling over. Then he received a kiss to die for from his wife. We love him, and we need to remind him of how grateful we are that he is in our lives. Then he read the English version of the letter to god. Then in tow we arranged for a puppy to come home. Angel taught us a lesson that day, about unwavering trust in god. We gave this letter to Angel the day she was wed, and asked her to show the same trust in people you love and in god.