Charlotte took to kindergarten like a duck to water. She quickly befriended her peers and her thirst for knowledge blossomed. The kindergarten curriculum included rudimentary lessons in reading and writing. Although Artemia had already initiated Charlotte in these skills, her daughter embraced the opportunity to reinforce her knowledge. Charlotte's fondness for kindergarten was such that she attended with unwavering enthusiasm from June 2006 until March of the following year. Everything flowed smoothly until a new teacher, Eloisa Gonzales, joined the staff in March 2007.
Eloisa possessed a rather severe demeanor, perpetually radiating an air of discontent and maintaining an unyielding grip on the classroom. She expected impeccable behavior from each child, and any infraction, however minor, resulted in the offender being relegated to the corner. If, for instance, during a music lesson, one child's singing voice soared above the rest, while another struggled to find the melody, she would pronounce her characteristically monotonous reprimand in front of the entire class:
"You there! Do you see how beautifully the boy in the front row is singing? You, my dear child, are a disappointment! Is it truly so difficult to emulate him? Observe and learn!"
Eloisa employed this comparative tactic across all subjects. Instead of fostering a spirit of camaraderie, her methods sowed seeds of rivalry among the children. It was a sorry sight to behold. Her relentless scrutiny not only instilled fear in the children but paradoxically fueled their desire to act out. It is possible that her intentions were noble, yet her pedagogical approach had a detrimental effect on the young minds entrusted to her care. The children lived in fear of her.
Even when her comparisons were intended to motivate the children toward excellence, her actions yielded the opposite effect, extinguishing their desire to engage in any activity under her watchful eye. A gentler approach, offering quiet guidance and encouragement, would have been far more effective. Each child is unique, a precious gem with their own individual brilliance. Instead of subjecting them to relentless pressure and comparisons, a nurturing environment would have allowed their unique talents to flourish.
Distressed by this turn of events, Charlotte confided in her parents about the unpleasant situation at kindergarten. Manuel and Artemia, without hesitation, withdrew their daughter from the kindergarten. Charlotte felt a pang of sadness at having to bid farewell to a place she had grown fond of, all because of Eloisa Gonzales.
Charlotte spent the month of March at home with her mother, her days filled with games, reading, singing, and dancing with her parents in the evenings. During the day, she accompanied her mother on various outings, and on weekends, Manuel would whisk them away to different cities. There was never a dull moment! Then, on the 3rd of April, 2007, a wondrous event unfolded: the Sambrano family welcomed a second daughter, whom they named Sarah. Baby Sarah became Charlotte's little sister, filling their home with even more joy and laughter. This was a truly blessed time for the Sambrano family. With the arrival of the newest member, Charlotte felt a sense of responsibility wash over her. She had a premonition that as sisters, they would share a special bond and be pillars of support for each other.
On the 24th of May, 2007, Charlotte celebrated her fourth birthday. Her flash drive materialized (a phenomenon visible only to her parents), and along with it, the familiar purple notebook and white pen, ready to record the summary of the past year:
"Greetings, our dearest girl! We celebrate the triumphant completion of your fourth year, Charlotte! You have conducted yourself admirably this year, avoiding both past and potential pitfalls. This demonstrates a commendable ability to learn from your experiences. Keep up the excellent work! This year has presented you with a series of events so rich in life lessons that it would be remiss not to add them to your ever-growing treasury of wisdom. Let us delve into the wisdom gleaned from the years 2006 and 2007.
The first lesson underscores the importance of never comparing loved ones, friends, family members – indeed, anyone – to another, especially when such comparisons lead to diminished self-worth, resentment, or a sense of superiority. Every individual is uniquely and incomparably remarkable.
The second lesson reminds us that we have the capacity to learn not only from our own missteps but also from observing the experiences of others. Eloisa Gonzales's conduct serves as a prime example. By embracing this ability, we can make our journeys through life significantly smoother.
Finally, it is crucial to recognize that excessive control over others only breeds a desire to flee from the clutches of such manipulation. Once again, moderation is key. It applies to every aspect of life. Happy Birthday, our dearest Charlotte! Until next year!"
Charlotte's fourth year had been an enlightening one. The Sambrano family, bathed in contentment, embraced the beautiful tapestry of their lives, eagerly anticipating the many pleasant surprises that lay ahead.
CHAPTER V
The summer of 2007 brought a joyous occasion to the Sambrano household: the arrival of their grandparents from the city of Lemari, in the state of Lafem. Their visit was planned to last until the spring of 2008. Upon hearing this news, Charlotte was beside herself with glee! She had only spoken to her grandparents over the phone, and they had never met in person. This encounter was destined to be a truly special one.
On a bright summer morning, the entire Sambrano family set off to the airport to greet their beloved grandparents. Charlotte's grandfathers were named Meliton Castro and Sofron Moroco, while her grandmothers were Alicia Castro and Florentina Moroco. Charlotte adored them all dearly. As soon as their eyes met, the grandparents embraced their children and grandchildren, overflowing with affection for this long-awaited reunion.
Once they arrived home, the grandparents showered their children and grandchildren with an assortment of remarkable gifts: Manuel received a talking scarf, Artemia was presented with levitating boots. Charlotte was gifted a magical book capable of transporting her to any galaxy she desired. Little Sarah received a miniature super-tree that could produce any kind of pure, natural fruit in a single second. Everyone expressed their heartfelt gratitude for these extraordinary presents.
Summer unfolded like a perfect symphony for the entire family. Autumn arrived, ushering in a season of unpredictable yet idyllic weather. One moment, rain would cascade down, transforming the landscape into a scene of golden leaves and shimmering streets reflecting the downpour. The next, the rain would cease, replaced by a gentle sun that illuminated the fresh, pure air cleansed by the downpour. This enchanting weather prevailed throughout the autumn in the city of Loyalty.
One autumn evening, a thought struck Charlotte: since her flash drive was programmed to receive new lessons every year, why not discuss the matter with her grandparents? They had lived such full and rich lives; surely they could share at least one crucial life lesson, she mused. She approached her grandfather, Meliton Castro, first, saying:
– Grandpa, Grandpa, you've lived so long in this world. What, in your opinion, is something that we should change about our society? What should people pay particular attention to?
– Well, to be honest, there's one thing that's been weighing on my mind for a long time. In our town, there are funerals happening very often. And it's not because a lot of people are dying, no. It's just that there are too many days of mourning for one person. For example, when someone dies, their relatives provide food for the guests for 100 days straight. And the guests come to read prayers in honor of the deceased. That was the first side of the situation. Secondly, when greeting each guest, the deceased's relatives have to shout and scream, supposedly to show how sad they are about the death of their relative. If you shout at the top of your lungs and scream loudly, then you really love your deceased relative. But if your heart aches and you don't have the strength to stand and shout near the guests, then you didn't love your loved one very much who recently passed away. This is how funerals are discussed among the women in our town. And the last thing I want to describe is that after a person passes away, you need to be dressed in black for two years. You cannot wear any colorful clothing or jewelry. Otherwise, it's seen as disrespect to the deceased. Now, I want to say this: Who invented these rules in the first place? No religious texts say you need to provide food for guests for 100 days after a funeral. Religious texts only say that our prayers in honor of the deceased will help this person on Judgment Day. And that's it. I don't know with what intention the other rules, which are of no benefit to anyone, were invented at all. So, if you want to pray in honor of the deceased, then pray at home. It's enough that only Allah knows about your prayer. This is considered the best help for a person who has passed away. Of course, funerals, wakes, and everything that needs to be done for the body of the deceased are fine. This can take a maximum of three days. But why do we need the other 97 days? In my opinion, that's too much. Moving on. What we said about the relatives' screams. If, at the entrance of each guest, the relatives don't scream very loudly and don't fall down, then the women immediately start discussing it for several years. Apparently, they didn't love their relative very much, since they didn't grieve from the heart. What does "didn't grieve from the heart" mean? Is this how we determine a person's emotional state – through dramatic screaming? If a person is truly suffering, they won't have the strength to scream like that, first of all. Secondly, why are people discussing this? Even religious texts say that you shouldn't cry too much or too loudly after a person dies. We are only hurting the deceased's soul by doing this. We should cry quietly and without any hysteria. Lastly, let's talk about clothing. They invented some kind of creepy uniform to wear for two years straight. If you see a person in such clothing, you can get scared. This clothing looks like a long black bag that starts to scare those around you from a distance. And the most ridiculous part is this: people use this to show how much they loved the deceased. Where's the logic here, tell me, Charlotte? Is it really necessary to show and prove to strangers how much we care about our relatives? Do people have nothing else to think about? They should all look at themselves. Live your own life! And then you won't have time to look at someone else's mourning attire.
