Traffic Park

“I’m short tempered, impatient for the result” these are the known drawbacks which I’m trying to improve upon since years but the underlying fact is that one can’t change his/her nature rather improve it, and improvement is always a possibility.

It has been almost a month since my kid is requesting, to lend him my lapi; as he wanted to write down a story, but for no good reasons I was deferring. Yesterday he might have again developed zeal to write the story and decided to approach me. In normal case we adults instruct our children not to speak in between when some elderly person are talking, we also instruct them that if something is urgent they should interrupt the discussion in a polite way and seek permission to speak.

As generally kids are smart and obedient to follow parent’s instruction he interrupted the discussion politely and tried to whisper his interest in my ears.

I was annoyed; annoyed like anything. I couldn’t take whispering in right way.

I yelled at him.

I screamed....!!! tell me what’s that????, what do you want????

Broken in tears this young chap…!!! And was inconsolable.

He didn’t expected this rude response from his dad, He couldn’t speak, his face turned red and tears started rolling on his face, While weeping he couldn’t express what he intend to say and there was no connection between the words he uttered, but the only words which I could understand were “Story and computer”.

I realized my mistake that my behavior was not at all human; I apologized him, kissed him on his face and handed over the computer. He with his tiny fingers started typing his story, The last drop of his tears hanged outside his eyelids and dried away with the heat of excitement. His small palm was too short to cover the keypad, hopping from one button to another with his little two-three fingers, asking me to spell a lot of words, he narrated his story in an WordPad which goes as below.

Traffic park

“at my school in the morning we had gone for traffic park to learn some traffic sign .the sign where like this no entry, bumper, Turn. we enjoy were much one of my friend . got hart then we sit in the bus. go school back this is the wonderful day”

After reading his story and expression I realized his anxiety and curiosity was genuine and I should not have behaved like that. I appreciated his work, kissed him many times and tried to make him understand a new code of instruction “Do not whisper” Parents will be parents and they will always keep on instructing their wards

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