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.
It is a request. I comply obediently.
“Ok then see you tomorrow”
“Ok bye bye BYE”
2 thoughts on “My New Children”
kim! that’s so sweet! you’re lucky to travel like this and meet so different people!
kisses from paris!
merci Elisabeth! kisses to you!!