Jenny was a student in my class. She lived in a happy family. She had three sisters and she was the youngest. She seemed to be glued to her mother’s skirts. Her three older sisters took the bus to school every morning, but she was always driven to school by her mother. One Friday, Jenny’s mother said to me, "My husband and I have to be away to Europe on business for two weeks. I’m very worried about Jenny. She is so young and weak.
Will you please help me look after her while we’re away?" As a mother of a kid, I knew how worried a mother would be if she was away from her child. "Don’t worry! I’ll try my best to take good care of her," I said. I even volunteered to say that I would wait for Jenny at the school gate every morning to give her a familiar face.
On the next Monday morning, I waited at the school gate to meet Jenny. When the bus arrived, Jenny and her three sisters got off it. I was surprised to see a happy girl, not a sad, tearful girl. I called Jenny over to ask her how the bus ride went. "Very interesting!" she said. "I always wanted to take a bus with my sisters, but Mom was always together with me. You see there isn’t any baby in our family now. I can ride a bus without Mom. I’m no longer a kid.