Dear Mummy, Dear Pappa,I love you both.Yesterday I saw a child on a merry-go-round. He waved at his parents every round. The parents waved back too. The incident ran through my mind the whole day and I kept asking a question to myself:“Where do the parents get patience from to express love for their child in trivial (small) activities of life”? For searching the answer, I went back to my childhood and realized that on each day of your life, you made deposits in the memory banks of your children.In bringing me and Asmi up, you had built self- esteem first and our house later. You had finger- paint (painting the fingers) more and pointed the finger less.You had done less correcting but more connecting. You had run through more fields and gazed at more stars for us.Today I am just crossing the border between my childhood and adulthood.I am no longer a child now. In these years of my adolescence, I have unlimited confusions. I have started feeling that ‘growing up’ is quite scary, whereas being a ‘grown up’ has many attractions.The responsibilities that go with growing age often come as surprise. I think now I have started developing an understanding about why and how you did what for us. (1) Which incident ran through the writer’s mind the whole day?(2) What motivated the writer to go back to his childhood?(3) What had their parents to do for them in bringing them up?(4) What does the writer realize after entering adolescence ?(5) What comes as a surprise along with growing age, according to the writer?