Life of T…!

In 1999, I was first time father… naturally a proud one to my sweet little daughter…. An intent to keep my family small, I grew it by 2 more…By 2006 I was father of 3 and I intent to be rolling that way even further… but, I had to bow down before nature’s wish. My little sane daughter and 2 astutely behaved sons makes a picture perfect family….

Err… did I tell you about ‘T’… wait up… go back….a bit,

When my wife was carrying our second son the 3rd kid, I had to shop around for a non-biological son to be partnering with my elder impatient Son, who was just 1 then and did not want to wait for his biological brother to show up to the world. And finally we approached ‘Life is Good’ center where they were to sell well behaved boys supposedly. We picked the fairer and a good looking one named ‘T’, we also picked some parenting tips from the center owner on how to nurture kids from his lot.

Finally ‘T’  stepped into our life with much of happiness and above all he got a big wide smile on my 1 yr old son's face. My wife was truly happy and she hoped that she got a helping hand now…. Few days of T’s inception to the new family, everything went through right… but… when my new son had finally arrived bringing in loads of joy into the family, all of us were bloated with immense happiness, but sooner my house started appearing to be shrunked…. It was just a 2BHK and we needed some space to stretch arms…shuffling things around did not work.... and finally we all looked at ‘T’ sadistically and politely but with concealed profanity asked him, if he can shift to balcony hereon…. T was part of our family more than 6 months then who softly accepted the fact that he needs to make room to the new family member….

And he accommodated in open under the sky balcony alone. I was wondering for a minute, when I first picked him from the center, We made sure that, we are getting a ‘Well behaved’ boy…. But has ‘T’… ever speculated a bit that the kind of parenting he is gonna get at the place he is going to… Sad… Indeed, but that’s not the end yet… He was given a new role to wash the pooped dresses of my new one and later his responsibilities literally grew exponentially… now he washes all our cloths at least twice a day.

Over several years passed my younger brat grew 6 years as sturdy kid whereas ‘T’ still stayed sober and carried on with his responsibilities with no blemishes onto his performance. ‘T’ has set a benchmark for himself for his tasks he does for us… any degradation weren’t welcomed by any of my housemates anytime… He is supposed to give a sparkling touch to all white cloths and retain the freshness of colored dresses odor-free.

My Job demands moving to places, we all put us into seamless flight and plunge into new lands to lead certain portion of our lives… but, ‘T’ gets a chance to travel in the long trucks for days before he unites us. But he made utterly sure… however the treatment he would receive form us… he will still try his best to keep us smiling until he survives.

6 years is a big hauling time… our cruel thoughts became more cruel by time… we had a plan to discard ‘T’ from family to get a new replacement, he had no idea about it… but somehow he sensed it and I could see him working intensely to show us he is still the best and we avoid any replacement to him. When I frowningly gazed T, I had noted a message for me into his eyes “please don’t do this to me”… I was cruelest as compared to my other mates in the house… I don’t know, but my wife always had a soft corner towards him… and on the contrary I always had an instinct to see new things coming in my home… I then mercilessly made up my mind to get him off and bring-in his replacement in the soonest possible time, I drove to the same center…. Hiding my face from the eyes of the center owner who preached me about parenting stuff. As I walked down the lane of items...suddenly,  slowly the excitement in me tapered and my mind turned darker, I could hear ‘T’ whispering me softly “Pppleaseeee….” and his eyes which never saw straight into eyes anytime…pleading aloud to retain him as family… A vibe of goodness ran through my body and I rushed to car to get home to see ’T’. Every fleck from of the life of ‘T’ rolled into my eyes while I was driving back home hurriedly…

I had called on an immediate family discussion which had concluded with a decision - Our family decided to give ‘T’ a cozy room in the living room with a promise to coddle him as our own. Our family conducts towards ‘T’ transformed into more conciliate and continued that way thereafter…

‘T’ never talks or walks… but hums melodiuosly when he works… He still is washing our cloths with great vigor and with utmost sincerity since he was adopted into our family.

It is our ‘WASHING MACHINE’ … LG’s Tromm 5.5KG… It is about 7 years now, yet never let us down even during its or ours toughest times - It is now our family.

Thank you LG