My mother says that I was very mischievous as a child, and that I used to beat my brothers and cousins. I even used to tease my guardians and seniors. But I do not remember all these incidents.

I do remember the day when my mother gave me a tight slap. That night I did not sleep but cried and cried continuously. However, it was mother’s heart and sweet voice that lulled me.

I remember the incident quite clearly. I was on my way to school. Suddenly someone called me.

“Hey!”

I said, “Yes?”

He then asked me, “Would you please tell me where this address is ?” and gave me a piece of paper.

The address was written on it, but without giving it a glance, I directed him on the way that lead to a junction. Then I went to school where I spent the day.

I returned home and as I entered my house, someone called again, “Hey sister!”

He was the same person.

I was so shocked to find out that he was my mother’s uncle.

I don’t think I need to tell you all what happened next.

— Kopila Kafle, Class IX,

Birendra Sainik Awasiya

Mahavidyalaya