Reflections

Curled up with my little one by the open window, we peer through the veil of darkness at the sparkling city lights, the suburban trains and the twinkling stars. Wading away into the world of dreams, my little one points to a star and whispers, “tinkle, tinkle, ittle….” As I sit there, softly rocking her, I find myself humming a familiar tune. It is a song from my childhood. It takes me back to the times when I had sat under a similarly starry sky and dreamed about the future. Did that future materialize? Is life better off, or worse off, than what I had imagined it to be? Looking down at the precious bundle in my arms, I think I know the answer.