Dear Nanny,
I am fourteen years old today. It's my birthday. A lot of people wished me Nanny. They wished me happiness, luck, blessings. Most of the wishes from people who don't even say hi to me. But they wished me. Their words looked warm and loveable but they felt empty. I thanked them too, with the same warmth and love. I wonder if they can feel the emptiness of my words too.
Nanny, when you told me you didn't like the new neighbours but you talked to them so lovingly when they came over, I thought you were a hypocrite. I'm sorry Nanny. I was wrong.
Nanny I remember you read me a quote, "Actions speak louder than words." I never really liked it that much. I am a foolish girl, Nanny. I fall in love with words. Warm words. Sweet words. Kind words. Lying words. Empty words.
Nanny, I know now, people can say things they don't mean. Make promises they don't keep. All in the name of being kind.
So I learnt the language of kindness too. It's sweet on the tongue, but has a sour aftertaste. It makes people smile but frown afterwards. My throat burns Nanny, from being kind and not mean it. Does yours burn too?
