Later in the evening while checking those essays at home, she came across
one that made her very emotional. Her husband, who just walked in saw her
crying, enquired: “What happened?”
Handing over a sheet of paper, she answered, “Read this. It’s an essay by
one of my students”
The essay, “I just want to live like a TV” read as under:
Oh God, tonight I ask you something very special: Make me into atelevision. I want to take its place.
Live like the TV in my house. Have my own special place and have my family
To be taken seriously when I talk . . . I want to be the centre of
attention and be heard without interruptions or questions.
I want to receive the same special care that the TV receives even when it
is not working.
Have the company of my dad when he arrives home from work, even when he is
tired. And I want my mom to want me when she is sad and upset, instead of
ignoring me . . .
And . . . I want my brothers to fight to be with me . . . I want to feel
that family just leaves everything aside, every now and then, just to
spend some time with me.
And last but not least make it that I can make them all happy and
Lord I don’t ask you for much . . . I just want to live like every TV.”
Having finished reading the essay, the husband gravely remarked: “My God,
poor kid. What horrible parents!”
Tears rolling down her cheek, she looked up at him and calmly said: “That
essay is written by our son!!!