#She, I & We

Flora, a thirteen year girl, writes a letter to her mother about her dream for a real togetherness. Here is her letter.

Dear Mum,

Every morning when I get up, I see a girl my age busy making the breakfast so that you can take me to school on time. Recipes for my morning meal is inbred in her heart as she was briefed in the previous night. Between leaving the bed and getting dressed for my school, her morning session finishes with keeping everything ready on the dining table while my eyelids still feel heavier desperately seeking for a bit more sleep.

This event is undoubtedly ubiquitous, at least, in our city where a kid has to rush for school in the early morning and another rushes into the kitchen. I leave home for building apparently a better future while she remains busy at home for me to gain this. The gloomy consequence of our life pattern is more than obvious. No matter how smoothly life goes on, the undeniable fact is that we two are not running towards the same future or share my future with her although she paid her potential future to shine my one. Purchasing her future to shape my life in exchange of her livelihood is like an insidious snatching of one’s everything to construct a palace for my luxury.

The way how we are growing up would never take us to the same destination, rather drift us apart to two distinct poles. We eventually polarize where her pole plummets faster downward engulfed with painful darkness and my pole becomes wider where whole sun shine is open. Her effort of helping shining other’s future decisively fail to add any light to her future candle. My light would focus to add more with mine, not any with her.

My heart yells anticipating that millions of people like her are sinking down to an almost inescapable abyss in order to make thousands of us flying freely in the sky. If my flying in the open sky is a result of her sinking down to darkness, then I do not want to fly. I want a togetherness that makes ‘She’ and ‘I’ turn to ‘We’ with million others to walk on our beautiful earth sacrificing the pleasure of flying in the sky. Would you help me to remove this stymie, mum?

Yours

Flora

Written by Joyeta Moietree in Grade 7(2018), Apple Tree International School, Mirpur, Dhaka

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