This story meant a lot about waiting, waiting in life for life. It showed what it means to hope and how to cope with what is to come. “Each week Mr. Pirzada wrote letters to his wife, and sent comic books to each of his seven daughters.” Without knowing whether his family is alive or not, Mr. Pirzada took the time each week to hope and believe that they are. This story also demonstrates the genuine kindness found within limited people in the world; as well as the racial choices done throughout living. It’s funny how things can go unnoticed or unremembered, although it may occur two, three times. Children especially demonstrate this factor of ‘going through the motions’; unnoticing things, simply moving on without complete appreciation for everything that happens in a day. They do, just as this young lady does when Mr. Pirzada comes over. This story also makes me think how adults feed into the minds of children. They feed the children with each of their own thoughts and moves. Just as it made no sense that Mr. Pirzada was not Indian, her father insisted on her understanding what he meant. This also demonstrates the innocence of a child and how she has a lesser judgment of human and thought.
As I proceeded with this story I began to think I would not like it as much as I thought. It seemed as though it was only dragging on to end in disaster. Although it had some other key points that made me think about living, I still was unsure that I would like it. Finally it ended with Mr. Pirzada reunited with his long awaited family. And I knew that if it would not have ended in this way, it would not have felt right.
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