The Ambulance

“Slow down, dear!” Meenakshi shouted. She and her son Mukul were walking home from school. Mukul, the naughty 6-year old, had overtaken his mother by several paces.

He smiled sheepishly at his mother and sprinted ahead when the wail of an ambulance jolted him. Mukul stopped in his tracks, raced back to his mother and hugged her tightly as the ambulance passed them.

“I’m afraid of ambulances. What if it’s dad inside it?” he said nervously.

Meenakshi did not know what to answer as she held his hand firmly and walked. The siren of the ambulance was now getting weaker.

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