When I was young 1 thought Ammi was very lucky. In fact I was a little jealous of her. I say a little because of course she was my mother and I loved her but she got to have all the fun. She got to go with daddy everywhere.
She went with him to parties and dinners. She went for plays and watched actresses dressed in glamorous costumes saying their lines. She listened to recitals by accomplished musicians, all of which she did with daddy. Daddy said he liked to take her because she was very pretty and looked very nice standing there next to him in her pretty, plain sarees. Yes she always wore sober colored sarees.
"Mummy why won't you wear that bright blue saree daddy gave you for your birthday? It suits you so well." I asked, but she just shook her head, rather sadly, and stared out at nothing. Even though Ammi was very pretty she had sad eyes.
I thought she was very lucky because when they came back from these outings they went straight into their room and closed the door. On some days Daddy used to come and kiss me good night before they went to sleep. Sometime he used to read me a story as well. Of course, Ammi too used to read me stories every night except on the days she had to go out with daddy, but I liked the sound of daddy's voice. It went boom, boom when he read the bears part in Goldilocks and soft and creepy when he became the big bad wolf in Little Red Riding Hood.