My Mama, My Papa… and Their Big Heart

(From Jeeva, 10 years old)

Hello…
My name is Agriya. I am three.
I don’t know big words.
I only know Mama. And Papa. And love. 

Mama’s hands are soft.
They feed me warm food. They wipe my tears.
When she says, “Eat, my baby,” I feel safe.

Papa comes home tired. But when he sees me,
He smiles big. He lifts me high, And I laugh loud.

One day, Mama and Papa were talking quietly.
They were sad about other mamas and babies
who don’t get good food.

I didn’t understand everything…But I saw love in their eyes. After that, our home changed.

Mama started making healthy food again and again.
Papa worked very hard. They were tired…But happy.
They made something called Poshan Potli.

I think it means food made with love.
My Mama and Papa didn’t make it only for me.
They made it for all babies. I am small.
But I know this.  My Mama’s heart is big. My Papa is strong. And their love is packed in every little potli.