She opens the email from her son’s teacher. It reads “Have you had your son’s hearing checked?”. Her mind races. Worry grips her. Her fear that the boy might have a hearing problem is becoming reality. A few months earlier she had felt that he had a problem hearing. Too many unanswered calls. Too many times ignored. The loud television. The loud ipad, were all signs to her. Most of all ,it was her mother’s instincts that told her something was wrong.
Hand in hand, the little boy and the mother walk into the doctor’s clinic. She could not help but wonder whether the boy understood the situation. What if it was a problem that could not be fixed? How will she cope? Would she be able to be strong – as she has had to be many times before?
She closes her eyes and sees a reflection of herself years ago. Crouched on her prayer mat. Tears streaming down her face. The pain she felt then deep in her broken heart was unbearable. Her only solace at the time was the child she was carrying.
She ponders about the other child. A child related to the boy. A girl of the same age. A being that would result in the boy’s father leaving him at a tender age of 1 month. She remembers the immense hate she had felt for the unborn child in its mother’s womb. She had hoped that it would not be as perfect as the boy.
The girl was born autistic. The boy was perfect. Karma had a way of dealing with things, she felt then. The boy’s father left to care for the girl. The boy was abandoned never to see his father again.
The doctor confirms that the boy has some loss of hearing. The boy has to undergo ear surgery. Her breathing becomes hard and difficult. She fights back tears and gives a boy a brave smile.
That night, she sits on her prayer mat. Weeping. Was it Karma taking revenge? Is it her irrational desolate prayers long ago that had brought this on the boy?
She stands watching the boy’s calm breathing in his sleep and thanks God for her perfect son.