The Little Fairy
By Shahinur Islam
The little girl arrested my attention when she showed me a tiny paper ball on her left palm, indicating where she would trash it. This amount was not any trash at all to the adult people, so they would not hesitate to litter it anywhere. But she thought it garbage. Her sense of cleanliness astonished me awfully. Hiding my astonishment, I asked her adorably,
“How are you doing, my dear?”
At first, the little girl dithered a little bit. Her mother was standing by her. She exhorted her to respond to my greeting, and said to follow her, “Say ‘good. How are you?’”
Most probably the girl started liking me with my airs and gestures, so for a second, she seemed to forget everything and smilingly repeated what her mother told her a short while ago.
When such an innocent soul starts speaking, we usually cannot but feel good. As a grown-up person, we might be tricky and commercial-minded. They are not.
I understood her harmless intention, but as I ran a business and made a living out of it, my target was commercial gain, so I wanted to sell more things by asking her,
“What else do you want? Chocolate bars? Crazy mixes?”
She seemed to lean toward such sweet stuff. But her mother looked reluctant to buy them for her. Perhaps her mother knew that less sweet is sweet indeed.
After they shopped, we wished a good time for each other.
Again, they went back shopping. Perhaps they forgot to buy some other stuff.
In the meantime, I went out to smoke a cigarette by asking one of my staff to cover the time. While smoking, I was giving a string of thoughts one after another about my business gain. Five minutes went by and I saw the little girl coming out of the door. Her mother was walking some feet ahead of her who was following like a fairy. At that moment, the fairy gave me a curious look. I stubbed out my cigarette and said to her reflexively,
“Next time when you come to my store, just see me. I’ll buy you candies. OK?”
I could give her candies today. But still then I did not feel her in my mind.
The little fairy nodded to me and, all of a sudden, seemed to extend her two small hands to the horizon. With her extending hands, she hugged me. Her hug had not any readiness, hesitance, but an outpouring of her kind heart.