Anjali told me about a time when it was Mother's fifteenth birthday. "I knew she wanted knitting needles," Anjali began. "But I couldn't afford them. I felt so bad,"
When Anjali was twenty-two, she got a job as a waitress, and Mother got a job as a chef in the same restaurant. After a year, it was enough to buy a home. It wasn't the ideal home. It was a hut, but at least Anjali and Mother had a roof over their heads.
Today is Mother's thirtieth birthday, and I am twelve years of age. This is the first time Mother has got a birthday present from Anjali, because Anjali needed to pay all the bills and buy food and did not have enough for a present. As Mother unwraps the present, she starts laughing! "Anjali! It was my childhood dream to get knitting needles and now I have finally achieved it!" They hug and smile and everyone (including me) is happy.