I am Saanvi Jain, student of grade 5, D.P.S., Gr. Noida. It is actually quite true to say that life brings ups and downs. I have also experienced some ups and downs that I want to share with all of you through a short story.
My family, i.e. my father, mother and my younger brother and I, recently shifted to Gr. Noida from New Delhi. Shifting to our own new house was so exciting for all of us. My parents helped us in settling in a totally new place and a new school. Everything seemed so joyful now. We thanked our parents for providing us such lovely environment. But suddenly an unexpected guest entered our small world and turned it upside down.
My parents started looking tensed and so inactive as if life had come to standstill. My brother and I couldn’t even understand what was happening around and were left awe-struck as to think of it. Later, I came to know that this unexpected guest was a disease called Cancer, that had happened to my father…my dad, my biggest strength. I didn’t know how to react, then. My whole world changed and I couldn’t imagine what would happen now. Things started going haywire. My father got hospitalized and had to undergo multiple surgeries. My mother…my angel, being the strongest, asked us to face this with strong will and always tried to keep the environment normal and happy around us. This was actually when God was testing us. My father was in real pain, unbearable, but I did not cry over his pain. I stopped all my tears just to make him feel more motivated to face this situation because it was him who was suffering the most. Suddenly, my father got admitted to hospital again, this time for long duration and my mother stayed with him. My grandparents took great care of my brother and me. They tried their best in the fight to make both of us happy and comfortable.
It was Diwali time, my most favorite festival just because of my Mumma and Papa, and I went to the hospital to meet them. But there, Mumma told me that I can’t meet Papa as we were not allowed in that room. I could see the pain and restlessness on her face. She was not able to smile on seeing me even after so long. I could easily make out the amount of pain she was in. I cried a lot while going back home without her and I did not even see my Papa. I had literally requested Mumma to come home with me, but clearly, she was helpless. Next day, the day of Diwali, my Mumma messaged me “Happy Diwali, Bachha” and I could not stop my tears from shedding. I cried, and I cried a lot, because I had no idea what was going on in the hospital. After a while, I heard that my father was almost on deathbed. I cried in front of God to save my Papa. My mother had asked me to pray, so I prayed, “my Papa is the most precious gift without whom my world would not exist. Please God, save my Papa”. Once again, things started changing and getting better. Gradually his reports were on positive side. But it was one such nightmare to me that I shall never forget.
Soon, my birthday, which is really special to my parents and me, approached and I visited them again in the hospital. I saw my mother crying with happiness on meeting both my brother and me and finally I got to meet my father who had started recovering by then. I hugged him like anything and thanked God for his miracle that gave me back my Papa. My father is a blessing to me in its truest sense. The best birthday gift I could ever ask my Mumma and she promised me to bring Papa home. My angel kept her promise.
I deeply thank God for this. Fathers are the real blessings of God, and so is mine!