India
I was planning go to India with my wife. The date had been set and
the airline tickets purchased. The destination was a small village
in southern India, in the middle of the jungle. We had been granted
a permission to adopt a child from that village.
We
were ready to order the taxi for the airport, when Sari said my parents
were joining us.
'That's
great!' I said. 'Is there a special reason?'
'Yes. Your father is seeking a wife from the same village.'
'What?'
'The village leader has set aside his 17-year-old young girl.'
'No way! That's absurd. My dad is already married to my mother.'
In
my mind I imagined the events in India. I saw a small child, waiting
for us in the children's home. At the same time, the village women
were dressing up the bride for wedding. A festive tent was decorated
with bright colours and flowers.
I
met my parents in disbelief.
'Is
it true?' I asked.
'It's true,' my mother replied cheerfully.
'What? That doesn't bother you at all?'
'No, it's just good.'
'What do you mean?'
'Then we have more people at home. I am fairly liberal by my nature.'
'Well, then, I think I'm the conservative.'
