“Go to the market to fetch the vegetables now so that the cooking , cleaning , dusting , washing are taken care of before the guests arrive “ ,Mrs. D’Souza commands Michael.
“Yes Madam “, the 11 year old replies meekly , still looking intently at the children playing in the community park, overlooking Mr. D’Souza’s residence.
Michael thanked God for his masters and was grateful to them for taking care of his food and shelter , like his parents, deprived of means , never could.
However, sometimes he longed for a life like Mrs. D’Souza’s children – playing , studying , complaining about the less-than-perfect omelette , making a fuss over nothing important.
On returning from the market , Michael finds a candle in the dark room , burning bright on the strawberry cake and the surprise guests i.e. Michael’s parents emerge with a “Happy Birthday to you , Michael”.
Mr. D’Souza’s family join in what was Michael’s first ever Birthday celebration, gifting him his most fancied “You are starting school , tomorrow “ .