My New Children

Walking down the road this morning, 3 small children appeared. “You are my mother,” one of them informs me.

“I am not your mother,’ I protest.

“Please?” she pleads.

“You have a mother,” I reply.

“You are my mother?” she asks politely.

“Do you have a mother?” I ask back.

“ I have problems,” Came the reply.

“What problems do you have?” I want to know.

“I have five sisters,” she points to a place in the distance.

“What is your name,” I demand.

“Dechen,” she mumbles and looks at her shoes.

“And your sister’s?” I kneel down to look at the tiny little girl.

“DORJI PEMA,” Dorji Pema screamgiggles.

“OH!” I almost fall backwards on my bum.

“PicturePicture!”

It is a request.  I comply obediently.

“Ok then see you tomorrow”

“Ok bye bye BYE”