Last week there was a quiz arranged for people in the family (one of the ways to 'connect' during this pandemic). No matter how much prep goes into arranging an actual event, the wrap up is always the same - as a clockwork - to have the younger ones 'perform' in front of others.
Ever since I've had the little one, my parents and in-laws are more and more bought into the idea that this small creature is made of wonders, that no other human on this planet can match.
I've tried talking them out of this idea of little performances every time there are guests at home (virtually too), of how as a child I hated it (or did i? As my father says - I didn't have anything profound to showcase in front of guests) - and how much it affects the younger one's brain but it goes unheeded every single time.
The little one is learning songs from me and the mother-in law (we are on a virtual competition of our own to see who can teach her the most number of difficult words) and she is finally coaxed to recite it from her memory. There are almost 20 people on video call - staring at the screen in anticipation. The situation is nothing short of a movie climax. My cousin is wondering if the mini-me is better than the mini-her. While I'm trying to hide my face (or move out of the screen) as I'm tried with all the smiling, the little one makes a weird face and swears that she doesn't know anything of sort to show-and-tell. I can see my mother's jaw drop and mother-in-law clearly disappointed that their efforts have gone to drain but I'm secretly rejoicing this.
When I'm putting her to sleep at night, I'm thinking of the next time this will happen and soon she will be deemed as the 'proudy' one or worse still.. someone who doesn't have anything to exhibit (just like her mom). I open amazon, secretly thank them for opening up the delivery services and order a bunch of books. I mentally dare my relatives to request for a book reading session next time
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