Even as I stood at the school gate to receive her, I knew Angel was sobbing. This was new and strange because whenever I drop her, once inside, she doesn’t even turn to bid goodbye to me *wipes a lone tear with my
pallu t-shirt*. My over-imaginative mind went into overdrive concocting various scenarios my poor girl must’ve gone through.
Did she have a fight with someone?
Was she scolded for playing some mischief?
Did she fall somewhere and hurt herself?
The truth, as I found out, couldn’t be farther away!
You see, A Jr and Angel go to the same school now. He’s in Std V while she’s in Nursery. At home they’re practically Tom and Jerry; making each other’s life miserable, getting in each other’s way all the time and never leaving the other one alone. School is a different turf though where the elder brother gets protective and possessive about his baby sister and makes sure she knows he’s around for her! 🙂
With no prodding from me whatsoever, A Jr had been finishing his lunchbox early and paying Angel a quick visit in her class for last 2-3 days. In his words, she blushed and smiled at him dearly telling her friend that he’s her Bhaiya. She behaved extremely well in class and he restrained himself from going and hugging her at once for it. 😀
Anyway, Angel got homesick after seeing him and refused to sit in her class the previous day. She wept inconsolably after he left and insisted she wants to go to him. Her teacher informed A Jr about it, asking him to visit her only occasionally, not everyday. Today, as instructed, he hadn’t gone to see her which had resulted in this teary-eyed situation.
I had to strain all my facial muscles to not burst into laughter. I hope I’m not cruel. Wasn’t this cute? I was instantly reminded of the time I had lunch with my younger brother in school. Fortunately, he was fine to see me go after the bell rang. On the other hand, A’s younger brother ran away from his class and joined a much embarrassed A every other day in his. That led to some good amount of nudging and sulking, the stories of which I’ve enjoyed hearing over the years. 🙂
Angel’s face bore a smile only after A Jr mock-cried and whined about how much his teacher made him write. He lovingly took her in his arms and assured that he’ll come meet her whenever he can. She readily and happily agreed, just like that!
Their sweet PDA was the best thing I could ask for, even if I was a mere spectator. Isn’t this why I wanted A Jr to have a sibling in the first place?