She was so excited. It was a new beginning in her life, moving in to a new house. They say home is where the heart is. She felt like she was finally at home.
She was singing along Imagine Dragons’ Radioactive and suddenly the doorbell rang. Never used to having unexpected visitors, she secretly wished that whoever rang the doorbell would leave after ringing a couple of times. Unfortunately it did not happen. It was her neighbor with her two kids.
Small talks were exchanged and it was a so-far-so-good feeling. Then slowly the nightmare unfolded before her eyes. It was like the two hyperactive kids were off their leashes! They were up and exploring every inch of the house, rummaging through every drawer and unpacked boxes they could find. She was losing her calm and cool by the second, looking at the kids running here and there throwing things around. ‘I wanted to scream at them to leave!’ She said her husband. ‘Kids are like that!’ He was cool about it.
The house was a mess everytime after the kids left and she was nowhere close to liking them. She even began wondering if her heart was that shallow to hate having kids around. ‘I will run away if this happens daily.’ She was clearly angry. ‘Kids are like that!’ Said her husband, everytime.
Another neighbor moved in. She shook off the thought of having more kids around because it was horrifying. But the new neighbor’s baby was just few months old. ‘Not a problem for few more years’, she was relaxed.
The new neighbor visited one fine evening with her baby. She held the baby in her arms and slowly she realized what she was missing out in her life. Those tiny pink arms that touched her cheeks, opened up a new world for her.
The next day the hyperactive kids visited. Well, it had become a usual routine by then. But she did not throw a fit. Not anymore. Her husband raised an eyebrow at her in complete surprise.
‘Kids are like that.’ She shrugged her shoulders and walked away with a smile.
Daily prompt: Shallow