My son has just walked in from school. He drops his bag and other paraphernalia, and comes straight to share key snippets from his day with me.
He starts from the moment he reached school, and takes me on a journey through his day, where I get glimpses of his world.
He rushes through the ‘vanilla’ parts and cuts to the most important part of his day, which was a bazaar, where the children had to promote and sell products that they had brought to school. My son and his friend had taken stationery items and chocolates to sell.
My son’s eyes light up as he talks about how much he had enjoyed the whole project, and about how much money they had made.
And then, he rummages in his pocket and takes out a small white paper pouch. A really tiny one.
He opens it and shakes it gently. Something falls out of the pouch. He picks it up and gives it to me.
“This is for you, mom”, he says.
He has bought a pair of pretty green, stone earrings for me.
He adds, “I got them for a dollar!”
My throat catches, as I turn the earrings and admire them.
“They are exquisite”, I say.
“The green stones are the closest I could find to your birthstone, mom, but the green stones are surrounded by tiny white diamonds”, he finishes with enthusiasm.
I hug my son and thank him.
To me, this dollar is worth millions.