
A Matter of Perspective
“What’s that?” The little girl pointed her finger into the distance.
“A star,” her mother replied patiently as always.
“What’s that?”
The mother smiled. A simple answer was never enough to satisfy her.
“What’s that?” The girl repeated impatiently. She was still little, believing the world was there for her to play with.
“It depends on who you ask.” The mother smiled, finding her daughter’s impatience charming. She was impatient herself once.
“That’s not an answer,” the girl frowned.
“Oh, it is a perfectly fine answer,” the mother started to laugh. Her laugh sounded like thousand little bells and invited the girl to join in. And she was tempted for a moment, then she frowned again as she realised the reason why her mother was laughing was her. It was a kind laugh yet it reminded her how little she knew, which in turn annoyed her.
The mother observed all the emotions her daughter was experiencing. To her the world lost its newness ages ago.
“You may call it sun, if you wish,” she added to calm the girl down.
“Oh, I wish,” the girl smiled, tasting the word on her tongue. She decided it tasted good.
“Is that a sun too?” The little girl pointed her finger to a different direction.
“Maybe,” the mother answered.
“Is it because it depends who I ask?” The girl asked eagerly.
“Yes,” the mother smiled. The girl replied with her own bright smile, proud to know the answer. It didn’t last long.
“But why?” The girl looked confused. Her mother just hugged and planted a soft kiss in her hair.
“Because,” she then started to whisper, “ everything in the universe is just a matter of perspective. Never forget that.”
