I don't read the newspapers. Unless it involves cartoons or colourful pictures, I make it a point not to pick it up. Unless the plate is too hot to hold.

But there are times when I pick it up with the intention of reading a particular article which comes recommended. By near and dear ones who know what kind of reading I like.

Like this article that my sister insisted that I read. It was the thought, she knew, that I would like. Not the article in itself.

To summarise "Why Daddy Doesn't Live With Us Anymore?", it was on how there are various self-help books for adults and parents that would assist them to answer the million and one life questions that the wee ones have.

Come to think of it, it is kinda easy to understand about death, divorce, adoption, disabilities when they are weaved into stories. Stories about pigs and bears and kings and queens. Of course, the kiddies may not totally get the concept. But atleast they are aware of what are the happenings in today's world.

Why don't my mommy and daddy not live together? Or why my friend limps while walking?

It doesn't make the realities any easy to accept or to live with. But don't all the children want is someone they can go back to with all their questions and confusions? And don't all the children want that someone to explain their why's, how's, when's, where's patiently to them? And maybe just hold their hand for a little while till their fears subside? And then let them run along while they discover the world through their eyes, keeping all the answers to fall back to on later?

Don't you want that?

I know I do.


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