Last night I told mom that today is Teachers’ Day. My mom asked if there was anything I should do.
“Nothing, mommy. But, I would like to give something to my teachers.“
“What do you have in mind?”
“How about flowers, mommy?”
“Good idea, we can cut some flowers from our garden. How many do you need and to which teacher?”
“One for Teacher Sumathi and two for Teacher Tan.”
“Hmm.. why the different numbers, Ryan? Don’t you think it will not be fair?”
“What is the meaning of fair, mommy?”
“For example, if you kissed mommy goodnight, you need to kiss papa goodnight too, then that is called fair. If mommy had ten sweets and decided to give all the sweets to you and nine of your friends, mommy had to give each one of you one sweet. Not, three sweets to Ryan, two sweets to Eugene, one sweet to Jin Hong, one sweet to Reginald, two sweets to Ramya and one sweet to Latika. That is not fair, right?”
“Ohh.. I understand now, mommy. Then one flower for Teacher Sumathi and one for Teacher Tan.”
It was raining heavily this morning. I reminded mom about cutting the flowers from our garden. Mom said we have to wait till the rain stop. Even after I was done with changing and getting ready to go to school, the rain still won’t stop. Mommy didn’t wanna dissappoint me. She took the cutter and ran to the garden in the rain and managed to cut two stalks of chilly red anthurium.
‘Wow, beautiful flowers, mommy!”
She wrapped the stalk end with wet cotton and aluminum foil.
“There you go, Ryan.”
I brought the two stalks of anthurium proudly to school today and gave them to my teachers and wished them Happy Teachers’ Day.