The Child Who Thought the Road Was Easy

The child laughed all the way. He asked, Are we there yet?

He did not know the road was long. Because he was being carried.

Someone else felt the weight. Someone else felt the sweat. Someone else felt

the ache in the legs. The child only knew movement, not effort.

One day, the carrier stopped. And the child touched the ground for the first

time. That was when he learned: Some journeys look easy because someone

else is suffering quietly. My culture whispered this to me early.