This afternoon, as I reached home for lunch, I saw my little daughter sitting on the floor. Her piggy bank lay shattered beside her. In her hands was her small scarf, filled with scattered coins and a few folded notes.
I looked at her, a bit confused.
“Why did you break your piggy bank, sweetheart?” I asked.
The moment she heard my voice, tears welled up in her eyes. She ran to me, threw her arms around my neck, and began sobbing uncontrollably.
“Papa… Chachi is really sick… she’s burning with fever and crying in pain. Chacha has gone to work. I thought maybe I could call the doctor with this money.”
I just stood there, stunned. My eyes welled up too. But I gently asked,
“Beta, your mom and Chachi are not on good terms right now. Why are you so worried?”
She looked at me with those innocent, wide eyes and softly said,
“Mumma and Chachi may have a fight… but I don’t.”
And in that moment, something inside me broke.
Without another word, I called my younger brother.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“Caught up at work. I’ll be back by evening,” he replied.
Without waiting, I called the doctor. He came home and examined Chachi. When I reached for my wallet to pay him, my daughter stood between us.
“Doctor Uncle, please don’t take Papa’s money. These are the coins from my piggy bank. Please use them to treat Chachi.”
The doctor paused for a moment, looked at her, then turned to me and said,
“Sir… daughters like this are a blessing.”
He scribbled a prescription and handed it over, smiling gently.
“I won’t take any fees. Just one request—when this little angel gets married someday, use these coins as my gift for her.”
I was speechless.
In a world where people abort daughters before they are born…
In a society where sons grow up to abandon their parents in old-age homes…
Today, this little girl reminded me what love, compassion, and true family really mean.
