As Aisha looked into her father’s eyes, she blinked back tears. Why couldn’t they afford a doctor? Aisha’s father was very sick, and since they were living in poverty, which was usual in India, their family could not afford any medicine. Just a few days ago, Aisha had seen a flyer about a music contest. She was determined to compete and win to make her father proud.
Aisha had not seen her father smile for years, ever since their family fell into poverty, and wasn’t even able to afford food. Some nights Aisha would play on her flute to keep herself company. Aisha loved music. She had an old flute which was her father’s when he was young. He had passed it down to his daughter. That night, Aisha’s father lay on the cold concrete floor with only a small blanket. Drops of rain leaked through the worn-out roof. As a storm raged on like an angry bull. There was a small television, very old and small, but still in use. Aisha’s father saw in the TV his daughter, winning first place in the music contest.
Aisha stood on the podium with a gleaming medal on her neck, standing in triumph and pride. It brang back wonderful memories of his childhood, when he loved playing music, when he was a very happy boy. It was the last thing Aisha’s father saw. Then slowly, as he smiled proudly, he closed his eyes, and never open them again.
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