Chiwi slowly started learning about the world around her.
Tough she was very little, her subconscious mind quietly stored every moment, everyvoice and every emotion that filled the house.
She noticed things that even adults sometimes ignored.
She saw how no one cared about her mother. Myra worked for everyone in the house -
Cooking, clearing, managing everything- yet when she needed support, no one stood beside her.
Chiwi's father loved her, but only when he wanted.
His love felt incomplete, coming and going like a passing cloud.
Chiwi didn't fully understand these things, but her actions reflected everything she silently absorbed.
Despite her young age, chiwi began helping her mother in small ways - bringing water, picking up things, sitting quitely beside her while she worked.
She spent her time talking to her cartoon books making little stories, and filling the silence with her innocent chatter.
Her laughter became the only brightness in Myra tiring days.
Chiwi loved drawing.
She always drew beautiful flowers, colours imperfect, yet full of love - and gave them to her mother with a bright smile for Myra, those anything in the world.
But Myra often forced chiwi to focus on studies.
Not because she wanted to take away her childhood...
But because she dream of a bigger life for her daughter.
A life where chiwi would never have to suffer like her.
Myra wanted chiwi to become strong, independent, and fearless.
One night,everything changed - chiwi saw her father scolding her mother harshly.
She didn't understand the words, but she understand the pain.
That night, chiwi woke up and saw her mother quietly crying in the darkness.
Her small heart felt heavy, but she stayed silent.
The next morning, Myra woke up early.....
And just like always, she started working as if nothing had happened.
No tears.
No complaints.
Just silence.
Chiwi walked towards her mother, held her saree gently and said in her tiny voice -
" One day, MOM..... I will become very big.....
Then you never tolerate anything.
I will give you everything you want."
Those words froze Myra.
A three - year - old girl....
Talking like someone far older than her age.
What will Myra decide next.
Can she change chiwi's throughts.... and protect her childhood?
Or will circumstances force chiwi to grow up even faster?