"Mamma, come!!!", yelled my six year old.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call out when I am ironing", I yelled back. "I nearly burnt myself."
"Mamma, come here. I want to show you something."
The urgency in his voice moved me, and turning off the power switch, I followed his voice to the balcony. I couldn't find anything worth looking at.
"Why have you called me here?", I grumbled. "There is nothing to see."
"Look", he said pointing out.
I could see nothing. It was just the view I see everyday from the balcony. If anything, I could see much less than normal because of the overhanging fog.
"I still don't see anything", I insisted. "Are you sure you were playing a trick on me to get me to come here?"
"But can't you see, Mamma", he asked incredulously. "The outside has got swine flu."
I looked again through his eyes. The view was gloomy and menacing. It did look as though the sky had got swine flu. We stood there for several minutes commiserating with the poor outside which was ill.
Sometimes you need a child to show you things that your eyes refuse to see.