The father is a doctor and so is the mother. We live across each other on the same street and the first thing I see in the morning as I have my cup of coffee is the light in their living room - makes me feel happy to see that someone is close by.
Every morning sees him clean his car and then his daughters scooter and bicycle. At 6.30 when the younger one steps out, he is ready holding the bicycle for her.
A little later, the first one comes out with her backpack and he is again there pulling it out and waiting in front of the gate . I seldom hear him say a word but the look on the face and caring in his stance, speak volumes on parenting. The reassurance that I am ready and looking after you is priceless.
The lessons he is giving in caring will last another generation.
Against this, are the swanky cars and zipping bikes that I see on the road - all driving on the wrong side of the road - a threat to walkers like me who never can tell when they will zoom in out of nowhere. These too are parents dropping children at school bus stops. Do they even realise what lessons they are teaching their children ?
Like the milkman, these youngsters are learning that it is alright to break the law and even if you do, there is always an escape.
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