We bundled up everything, including the two sleeping girls in our arms, and took the routine walk home from my mum's place yesterday evening only to find that it was drizzling. Hands fully laden, we were unable to use an umbrella to keep away from the rain even if we had one.
"How ah?" I asked the girls' father.
"Excuse me, do you need an umbrella?" came a man's voice from behind.
"Yes, I need it but my hands are tied," I replied the man who offered his umbrella. Standing next to him was his pretty daughter about the age of four.
"I'll shelter you," came his reply without any hesitation, "Where are you heading? Natasha, come, we'll shelter the baby."
"Two blocks away from here. Thank you very much," I could not believe my luck in meeting such a kind soul at the right time.
"We are going there too," Natasha's father replied. Along the way, he painstakingly made sure that Tessa was sheltered completely, not forgetting to urge Natasha to follow close enough to keep the drizzle out.
ZH carried Zelda, who was sound asleep, and hurried through the light drizzle to our block.
At the void deck of our block, I was profuse with pouring my gratitude to both the father and daughter. Being parents, we understand how important it is to keep the very young ones out of the rain. They are most susceptible to falling ill for their weaker immune system. We would have been trapped in this very light drizzle if not for the umbrella which appeared so timely!
I used to brave drizzles, rains, heavy downpours without a second thought. It has since changed after stepping into motherhood. The rain is not allowed to get them no matter what. It's worrying to see the little ones ailed. I make sure I keep myself dry even when I am alone for I cannot afford to fall sick. For the sake of their children, all mothers need to be in their pinkest of health.
We realised our Samaritans are our neighbours! In the lift, we exchanged polite smiles and Natasha hid coyly behind her daddy's legs, stealing glances. I could not help being generous with my 'thank yous' when they got out of the lift.
Speaking to Natasha, "Thank you for sharing your umbrella."
"It's not ours," said she honestly.
Warmed by her pristine innocence and her father's kind deed, I thanked them again, "Thank you anyway."
Children who are brought up by parents who demonstrate kindness will be nothing but kind. Hence, Natasha's father is kind, Natasha will be kind.
Thank you again, kind Natasha. I will tell Tessa about the lovely gesture of yours and your father the day she can understand.
Mdm Toh,you made a mistake in the title.(the date)
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