Papa

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‘I had a brilliant first day. I can write my name really well,’ Ayan said, his eyes bright with knowledge.

It didn’t matter that these children weren’t biologically his; he was proud to be their papa. They forgot about work and replaced it with a joy that no pay could bring as they shared their learning.

‘Were you a good boy and listen to your teacher?’

‘Yes She was very nice.’ The biggest smile spread like a golden field of wheat.

Sekani loved hoisting them on his shoulders and walking them back home. When his friend lost his fight in the war, he stepped in. They were precious. Challenges were ahead, but for now he could protect them.

Yesterday, Aamado informed him, he yearned to be a doctor.

It was a proud perfection he wanted to share.

Ayan, his younger son, grabbing his arm, told him of every inch of his day.

Life could be difficult, but he was going to give them the best start. Their education was important, because with school, they could be whatever they wanted to be. An early start, and a long trek, but it was worth it.

Each morning, he would go with them. Each evening, Aamado would sit with his school books, teaching him to read. Sounding out the letters, writing his name, and perhaps he too could learn.

Feeling lucky, his aches and pains, were gone, to be replaced with hope.