Rhythm of my life

Chapter 11

This day had bought tremendous happiness in Rachel's life. The kids at the orphanage had a lasting impression on her.She felt her life to be more worthy. She indeed was blessed with beautiful memories of her father to hold back on, but those young ones were left empty handed on this planet. Yet they cherished every minute of their life. They were least bothered about the road ahead.

The party had changed her thought process for the better.

Once home, she shared every detail with her family members. All were very much impressed with the outcome of the party.

In spite of not being hungry, Rachel joined them for dinner, in order to give them some company. The discussion about the party revolved at the dining table too.

"So what did they gift you?" enquired Lucy.

"Oh..I forgot about it, let me check."

She unwrapped it, "Wow! a book by Sheryl Sandberg Lean in:Women , work and the will to lead." She knew this was Mohit's pick. Along with it was a beautiful 'vanity box' and a card made by Aryan. On the card, he had drawn an angel in pink colour. Rachel read out the wordings written down by Aryan.

To My Guardian Angel,

Happy birthday Aunty. You always solved my silly problems in a minute. I love being naughty and troubling you. Happy that we both share the same birthdate, but of course different cakes😀. I hope you loved your gift, that vanity box, it is from me and my little brother. All girls love makeup, so I bought it.

Hope you will always be with me.

With bag full of love,

Aryan🙂

Rachel's eyes welled up, so did the others. Being without a mother had created a vacuum in that child's life. Certain secrets, a child prefers to share it with his mother only. That bond was missing in his life. A child's comfort level is different with either parent.

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Aryan thanked his father, for the wonderful birthday party.

Aryan was too excited to open out his gifts. He put everyone on the job, and each time the gift was unpacked he would either scream out a 'Wow' or an 'Awesome'.

Aryan personally opened the one gifted by Rachel and was awestruck.There were 11 gifts in all to mark his years of completion on this planet. His eyes grew wider unpacking each gift: books, boardgames, educational kits,magnetic dart board and customised soaps. Happiness was evident on the face of this young chap.

Ever since his mom left, she would greet him over the phone and send his gift across through her drive. It was more of a ritual. This act of hers would hurt him deeply. He wished that warmth and tenderness of a mother.

"Dad, I would like to speak to Aunt Rachel. I want to thank her for all these wonderful gifts."

"No, Aryan. It's too late, she must have slept," retorted Mohit.

He knew nothing would work with his father. Once everyone retired to bed, he tip-toed his way into the living room. He held the receiver in hand and called out to Rachel.

"Hello...Hello," spoke Aryan in whispers.

"Who? Aryan? Is everything ok!"

"yes, all fine. Aunty did you like my gift."

"Very much dear, it's beautiful.And how was mine? Hope you loved it!"

"I loved it very much, too many for my cupboard to handle , ha..ha"