“Sanya! Sanya! Where are you?” yelled Vani, as she entered her home after a long day at work.
“Coming, mummy!” said Sanya in a scared voice. She had been in her room upstairs, painting.
As the little girl walked down the stairs, her mother did not fail to notice the paint stains on her shirt. She knew what was going on. “Have you finished your homework?” Vani asked, pouring herself a glass of water.
Sanya said nothing.
“Tell me the truth, Sanya,” Vani looked straight into her daughter’s eyes.
Of late, Sanya had developed an interest in painting and Vani wasn’t very happy about it. She thought her daughter was simply wasting time.
Her voice shaking, Sanya confessed, “I was finishing my drawing, mummy.”
All hell broke loose. Vani scolded Sanya for not focusing on her studies and forbade her from ever painting again.
“Nani is coming over this weekend. At least, then there will be somebody to watch over you until I get back from work,” Vani said.
Sanya was still looking down, but the joy within her knew no bounds. Nani loved her paintings. She couldn’t wait till the weekend. Without uttering a word, Sanya went back to her room.
On Saturday afternoon when she got back from school, nani was waiting to receive her at the gate. Sanya jumped into her arms and hugged her. The caring embrace of her grandmother assured Sanya that everything would be alright.
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