The child was now crying rebelliously in the arms of her mother. You are letting me go, Cried the child. No I am not, said the mother. Is this because I am disobedient that you are leaving me. No child, you are just going to school. Am I such bad that you don’t want to see me, cried the child again. No you are that special that I want everyone to see you, smiled the mother.
And this is how I went to my school for the first time with my mother.
-: Anshul Jain :-