One day I  fell, pushed to the ground, got bruised with my hands dirty; you stayed and helped me wash as I writhed and cried while all others took a loser like me for granted in order to carry on with the game…You reached out with your comforting hands though I hadn’t said anything in a week…Sometimes, in a month’s time.  Yet, you accompanied me everywhere. Silently.

I usually break my silence when I ask you to find for me something I lost and the search usually does not take very long…

There were other reasons too when I’d besought your assistance and you helped. Without a nag. Without asking for a return like when I claimed—with you around, a prize from Bingo.

You are bigger—grander, but you choose to protect and defend, than bully and debase.

I am apple of your eyes…however awkward are some of my endeavors.

You are always eager to listen…to amuse me with pictures…How you want me to share your visions.

You have always been a good teacher though I am slow at learning to discern…

I want to hear your voice often but you have a life too, though you never point that out…You said our lessons, in lieu, shall guide me if impatience will smite because delay meddles in; you will always come because you were assigned to me from the day I was born.