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H for Helplessness - To see him struggle but can do nothing - Pages From Serendipity
There was a day, when I was waiting outside his school, hearing to his continuous loud cries, praying God that it should stop sooner and controlling to prevent that drop falling off my eyes. Finally, I hurried to one corner of the campus, faced the wall to let those drops fall out. I have been with him through every second since he was born. For the first time, I wasn't with him when he was crying. For the first time, I wasn't helping him when he his little heart was struggling. For the first time, he must have felt bereaved by me. It was miserable! I couldn't do anything; I felt so very helpless.
Nandhini Chandrasekaran