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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Philosophy/Religion/Spirituality
- Published: 12/25/2010
Little Mary
There was a town near the great city of Britain named London. There lived an eight year old cute, beautiful, smart girl along with her parents and a younger brother. Her name was Mary. Her father was working in a firm as a consulting manager while her mother was a teacher in high school. They were very happy small family of Catholic Christians. Her father loved her mum more than anything, and her and her brother. Both her parents were working people so they had to be very careful about everything in their every day life. Each day of the week passed very quickly with activities of daily life, but Sunday was very happy with extraordinary pleasure in their home. Her parents were lovers of their religion so they all performed the Sabbath with great love and care. On Sunday evening her parents took them to the sea side, shopping mall, and amusement park, or wherever they liked to go, and they had dinner out, so that’s why Mary and her brother loved Sunday and waited for it eagerly.
It was Sunday and her mother was helping her dress after her bath, in the early morning before Sabbath. They were going to go to church.
“You are looking too cute” said her mum to her, holding the bottom of her new pink umbrella dress, knee length with a curly ribbon pattern at the end, bought the last Sunday from the shopping mall.
"Really! What kind of cute am I?" Mary asked her mum with a wide smile on her face, as she swung her hips from side to side, bouncing her skirt.
"Ha..ha..ha.. You are as cute as your teacher Mrs. Kathy", her mum replied. It hurt Mary and she made a sad face. Her mum didn’t like it.
“You know I saw her yesterday when I was on my way home last evening. She said you are very intelligent and I told her you are going to be a university professor. It is my dream and I hope you will fulfill my dream. She said she was going to select you for a vocabulary competition at annual day function”. Her mum explained, and kissed on her cheek.
“But I don’t” she replied, shouting angrily.
"Why? Why are you so rude?" Her mum scolded her upon her behavior, but it was Sabbath time and her father arrived there along with her brother, and they left home for church. Still Mary was upset, making an ugly face. She attended Sabbath in the same mood. She didn’t even speak with even Mrs. Vicar when her mum went to visit with her after Sabbath. She loved Mrs. Vicar a lot, more than anything, because Mrs. Vicar told her very good stories of the Holy Bible every day when she went to her after school.
Mary was the first to arrive home after school. Her parents returned before dark, but she came home at three o’clock in the afternoon, an hour before her brother, so she went to Mrs. Vicar's house, who lived a third block from her home. Mrs. Vicar gave her nice fresh food to eat and talked with her and answered her questions with great love, until her brother got home.
It was lunch time and again today her mum prepared delicious dishes for them. Every one gathered around the table. Mary was the last to come upon her mum’s couple of calls. Her father said the blessing after she came, and they began to eat. She was very sad while having a lunch, and without any word, she finished her food quickly and then went to her room. Her parents were confused. Her mum tried to find out why she was so sad. Her father loved her a lot so he followed her after lunch and entered into her small tidy room with beautiful paintings of girls, cartoons, and illustrations that included Holy Mary.
“What’s wrong with you sweetie?” he asked, leaning before a little green couch on which Mary was laying flat on her stomach, hiding her face down.
"Uh…uh…uh…" she started to shed tears, and made a hoarse sound, when she heard her father's voice.
“I'm sorry, what’s wrong with you?" her father requested humbly again with love, holding her hand, he kissed her, wrapped her in his left shoulder, tapped her back with his right palm, requesting again for her answer. Meanwhile her mum too arrived there.
“I don’t want to be like Mrs. Kathy, I like her, but I don’t want to be like her!” she burst out to her father, crying, and in broken voice.
“Okay, don’t worry, do as you like. We will never force you to be what you don’t want to be,” her father said.
“Why don’t you? You must do what we dream for you. We wish the best for you, for your future, for your life, it’s our responsibility”, her mum explained to her with a little bit of anger.
“No, it’s not your responsibility. Your responsibility is to help us grow as a real human being, like Christ. I don’t think all teachers are real human beings” Mary said.
Her father laughed loudly upon her answer, and stopped her mum from giving further advice and took her away from Mary's room, arguing with her mum.
“You're really messing her up. We should be a little strict or she’ll grow not as we wish”, her mum argued with higher tone.
“We must be strict with a child who is growing badly, but not with one who is correct. Leave it upon God and her. Let her grow as she wishes. If we find her going astray, we’ll force her to be correct by our efforts, and by praying to God”, her father replied.
“It's vain to talk with you” her mother exhaled angrily and closed her eyes for rest. Her father already had done the same.
You have to talk about anything for eight minutes. It should be good enough to impress people, Mrs. Kathy instructed at her meeting with another eight students who were going to take part in the annual function. They showed their talent with much preparation, but Mary didn’t. She was the smartest girl of her age group so Mrs. Kathy didn’t lose her mind about her.
Monday was over with little burden. Mary felt she had to prepare for her speech war on the stage with the mike and noisy speakers. She must be great in the speech battlefield, coming Friday, Mary worried. Her school bus stopped near the main gate of her Society and her thinking was interrupted by the loud call of her name.
She walked to Mrs. Vicar's with a sad face, sat down on a wooden long chair in her little front garden, without going to her home. Mrs. Vicar was waiting for her, standing in her sitting room, looking outside from her glass window. She was surprised at her behavior, and got quickly there beside her on the chair in the garden.
“What is wrong with you sweety? What is troubling you?” She asked Mary with a lovely tone, patting her back.
Mary never hid anything from her lovely Mrs. Vicar and she talked to her about everything which caused her trouble.
“Oh, honey, it’s not a problem for someone who knows a lot of stories of the bible and God loving people. Now stop worrying and think about a story which you liked the most, ponder over it with the name of Holy God, you will find a lots of good hints for your speech. Now let’s go for supper first, because if someone thinks on an empty stomach, it hurts the brain and mind, so supper first”. Mrs. Vicar then took her into the house, holding her hand. They had supper and talked about Mary’s favorite story. Mary’s trouble had now gone and she was practicing happily, according to Mrs. Vicar’s advice.
Days were going by very quickly. Mary always had a positive answer. Her mum suggested fresh points for her speech each morning and Mary listened to her silently without hesitation. She was very happy with the topic she chose for her speech. She practiced it with Mrs. Vicar when she came back from school and passed more time with her. Friday arrived with great happiness in her private school, with pleasant decorations and preparation for the annual function, meant to reward parents for trusting the school to prepare their children for a bright future.
Half the day passed and parents started to gather, taking their places at the gathering hall, left end at ground floor of school building. Before them, two and a half feet high, decorated with colorful texture, the stage was attracting people’s eyesight, and on which Mr. Jeff Harper was announcing the different activities of the annual day. Mary’s mum entered the hall. Worried signs could be seen on her face, because she had waited a long time for her husband to join her for the trip to the school, but he didn’t so finally she came alone with the hope he would arrive soon. She couldn’t find him in the hall and so took a place in the middle of the parent’s seats, put her handkerchief on an empty chair beside her, and prepared to record the stage in her camera with care of not missing her little daughter. She was so engaged that she didn't see her husband sit on the empty seat reserved by her. He spoke a couple words to her to make her know his presence. Eventually he too became engaged in waiting for their loveliest daughter Mary.
Turn by turn, different talents were performed by students with great skills, which were applauded by parents with great hand clapping and declarations. Now it was time for vocabulary skills, prepared by some students themselves, without any help of school staff. One, two, three, four, five, six speeches bounced with humming in hall. Each was higher in quality then last one. Parents applauded, judging their skills.
“Now eight year old girl, Mary Richard Peterson's student, of grade four, will present her skill. Is this little girl as amazingly cute in study as she looks? She has a graduate with m.sc.B.ed. Mum, teaching in high school, over wise announcer Jeff Harper added her mum’s name, over reacting…. Then there appeared on the stage, from the maroon curtain right corner of back side stage, Mary, in a navy blue dress a little shorter than her ankles, showing off her white shoes. Her head was covered with a little scarf of black woolen net bind around her golden, one foot long tidy hairs. Her mum jumped with gladness, squeezing her father's thigh. The hall again was silent, waiting to hear her skill.
"In the name of Holy God, the beginning and the end, Respected Sir, the organizer and principal of my lovely school, Mr. William Lee, my school’s respected teachers and staff, honorable and exclusive guests and parent’s group:
We have been given only eight minutes to present a speech to show what we have achieved in our life as an outcome of school’s hard work… how can an eight year old girl present her achievement in just eight minutes? I will do my best to describe in brief. I thought a lot about the role of school in my life and found it very important to carve all characteristics, excellent behaviors, high skills in different subjects, and many more things which will play the biggest role in our future after leaving this important part of our life.
When we leave this school we will be able to keep pace with life, the life of an adult who is ready to face the world with his or her ability. School tops up with balance of reading, writing, secondarily a lot of skills in different subjects of worldly things or matters which are very important in a human being’s life to make it happier, better, easier, with no fear of anything or anyone.
By help of my teachers, who filled everything in my brain by hard work, holding my little fingers gently, now I’m able to read and write many things, especially history of the world, science, and technology.
I ask myself, did these subjects help the people of the world to be real humans, who can wish for other human beings as they wish for themselves?
Science helped people to invent a lot of technology, which made life easy, better, richer, and took man to another planet. But, to the contrary, it also developed a weapon which can ruin the entire human race on earth in few moments, and people are highly worried about this.
History has taught us a lot about former human beings and their adventures. But also about fighting for religions and lands and other sources which they claim their own. I ask myself, this is our land, and we have to protect it and be ready to die for it if needed. But then what about our neighbor's land? Don't they have the same right?
I was so confused for real answers about many questions. But thankfully God helped me with a great woman and servant of God, Mrs. Vicar, who lives a third block from my home. She told me a lot of stories of God, stories of the Holy Book and God's people, their adventures for truth, their honesty, their patience, their sincerity, their love, their simplicity, their sympathy, their justice, their spirit of sharing and caring for others, whoever they are, their spirit of help, their spirit of believing. God always helps me to face the good and bad things in my daily life with patience, and with hope of God and the Holy Spirits, as former godly people did.
In short, I want to say that it is not enough to be enriched by knowledge of worldly subjects and matters, but it’s also necessary to be enriched by knowledge of our religion, and our Holy Book, which helps us to grow as real human beings, as Christ, to live our life according to desire of God.
Let’s be the first for this. Let’s decorate our life in Ten Commandments; there will be hundreds, thousands, ten thousand commandments if one ponders over them. Let’s decorate the church, with decoration of our attendance. I don’t say we have to leave these subjects, but along with this knowledge we have to also be educated with religious knowledge which enriches our mind with thoughts of being human.
Time was over and little Mary couldn’t continue and disappeared behind maroon curtain.
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