He hated his new mom..she was caring, pretty and soft spoken yet he hated her…
"Home work time…write the alphabets from A-F today and show me", she said taking out his books from the school bag…
He sat down reluctantly knowing there is no escape…
Half an hour later…he placed the note book before her and ran away to play with his mates.
In the evening, when three of them sat down to have their dinner..she spoke..," honey, we must look for a good art teacher who could teach him drawing and painting….."
"What….drawing?"
"He is a boy…he would play football or basketball like his father….bad boys game…" he winked at his son and raised his hand for the high five…
The little boy raised his tiny arm to reciprocate….
"He can play the football but I am arranging an art teacher for him", she declared with a hint of authority that said end of the discussion.
While she was cleaning the table, She realized that the little boy was standing in one corner…looking nervous, shy and hesitant..yet so curious…, chewing his nails..n rubbing the toes of his left foot with the right ones…
"H…how…how do you know that I want to become a painter…"
"A mother knows it all…." She smiled…and hugged him tight….
"A mother knows it all son"
Wonder why and wonder how…he hugged her back and planted an audible kiss on her cheek for the first time in last 6 months of her coming to this house…..
He ran away happily…..
She smiled and picked up the note book placed on the coffee table….
It read…
A for art
B for brsh
C for calar
Somehow she didn't bother to notice the wrong spelling….she just bothered to notice the right thing hidden in the spellings he scribbled…
Mother knows it all…… isn't it?
