The sun seems to be the hardest worker in the universe! Was what she was thinking, as her mother halted the car in the parking lot. They didn't have much time to waste, so they hurried through the path way, past the wide entrance of the moderately sized building and into the lobby which was quite attractive. "First floor, second room to the left", the eager receptionist shouted out, as mother and daughter tried not to skip a beat. Strangely enough, everyone seemed to be on an off, that Wednesday morning.
8:13, she checked her watch and looked at her daughter one last time, just to make sure she was doing the right thing. 'I'm doing this for my little doll' was what was circling in her mind as she felt a sudden gush of emotional weakness inside, trickling from down her throat into her chest.
Just then, there was a click and the door opened in front of them. She wiped away the tears across her cheeks, took a deep breath and walked in, clutching her daughter's hand.
'Good morning Ms. Menezes. It's good to see you. I'm glad you have finally made your decision. You don't need to worry, this won't be long", said the man who opened the door. She nodded, trying hard not to allow her eyes to moisten again. "Stay here darling, I'll be back soon." She said to her.
Ten minutes later she returns clasping a receipt in her hand saying out loud to her daughter who was gleaming back at her, "I've done it!"
Ms. Menezes (23), just as she desires to be addressed, is a single mother who lives with her only child (5) in the country side far away from the supposedly literate and accelerated city life. All her childhood termed as the 'retard', her special teachers managed to give her the strength to persist against the tide and do something other than just sit at home with craft and games.
Life moved on and found herself in a very challenging situation. In spite of being deemed 'capable' of having a normal life, she got no support. On the contrary was taken advantage of.
That day, with all the courage and will power she could possibly muster (though being the first time without her personal mentor Miss Pereira), went ahead and enrolled at that elegant and well renowned music school, to learn the piano, only so that she could accompany her little daughter while she sang her favourite songs at night.
What mattered to her most, was being there for her little girl. She was a guardian angel, teacher, best friend and above all, a mother.
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