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Hanshita gave blank looks to him; normal for the children of her age. Hanshita was admitted to school, something Mrs Sharma could never accept whole heartedly; but she
could never ignore the fact that education is an important part of life. Finally the day came when Hanshita had to leave her home for the first time without her parents. She
happily got dressed up thinking that they were taking her for an outing. She ate her breakfast like a sweet little girl. Mrs Sharma packed her box and put it inside the bag. She
looked very happy to get that Barbie printed bag that her father bought for her the other night. All three got ready and left for the school. This was a whole new journey not
only for Hanshita but for her parents too.

Although the place seemed to be a bit familiar to Hanshita, she couldn’t understand why they were visiting it again. They reached in front of Hanshita’s classroom where Mrs
Gomes was waiting for them.

“Hello Hanshita, how are you my dear?” she asked.

Hanshita again looked at her mother. Mrs Gomes held her hands and told her, “Come Hanshita, let’s have some fun together.” She was not sure as what was happening and
was not willing to leave her parents.

“Go inside Hanshita, they will give you chocolates there”, Mrs Sharma consoled her. She still did not want to leave her parents.

“We will be here outside, waiting for you”, Mr Sharma said. Hanshita made gestures indicating them to come with her.

“We cannot Hanshita; this place is for little kids like you. We will wait here for you my dear”.

She was a very calm kid and agreed to what her parents said. She started to follow Mrs Gomes but made sure to turn around at regular intervals to confirm that her parents did
not leave her alone. That day Mr and Mrs Sharma waited for her the entire day and made sure she could see them whenever she looked through the door or the window.
Hanshita seemed to be happy there, playing with the toys and riding the toy horse. It was time for the school to ring the final bell for the day. As soon as Hanshita came out of
the class, she ran towards her parents and hugged her mother tightly. On the way back she explained her mother what all she did on that day, of course not with words.

Days passed by and slowly Hanshita got accustomed to the new environment. She even made some friends, who never found it difficult to understand Hanshita. Being kids,
maybe we can understand people way better than we do being adults. Somewhere we lose our abilities to understand the unspoken words as we grow and become more
materialistic. Mr and Mrs Sharma no more had to stay for Hanshita the entire day in her school. She was doing well with her studies too but there seemed no progress with her
speech. Every time there was a call for attendance, everyone replied except for Hanshita, who used to stand up and quietly stare at her teacher until she asked her to sit.

Hanshita was six by now and got promoted to first grade. As letters formed a cluster and transformed into words, it gave rise to a new problem in Hanshita’s life. Hanshita used
to get confused between similar types of words and sometimes used to write the mirrored image to words and letters. It was a minor case of dyslexia. Doctors asked her parents
not to worry, again, and said that it will be gone with her age. The doctors said the same thing about her speech years ago and this made them worry more for her.