Rama watched Mano cram a puzzle piece into the wrong space.
“Wah! Mama! Picture wrong.”
“The picture is wrong,” Rama corrected. “Speak properly. You won’t complete the puzzle if you jam the pieces. The shapes have to match. Try again.”
“No! I’ve tried and tried. Picture wrong.”
“Mano, be patient. Each piece will show you where it fits. Feel the edges.”
“Mama, help me.” A fat tear of frustration rolled down the child’s cheek.
Rama rubbed her forehead. Mano demanded so much attention. It was impossible to think. “If you’re quiet until I finish this letter, we’ll go to the park.”
Mano pressed her lips together. “Mama always writing,” she mumbled to Dolly’s porcelain face.
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