The Day My Daughter Stole Something From Me
My 6-year-old asked me a simple question about stealing. My answer surprised both of us.
My 6-year-old daughter looked at me with big, curious eyes.
“Bad people steal things, right?”
Most times, that’s true.
But not that day.
I thought for a bit, then said:
“Not always lah. Some good people also steal things…”
She looked confused.
I smiled:
“You stole my heart.”
Her face became all confused.
“I didn’t steal anything from you leh..”
But I just smiled.
“You stole my heart the day you were born ma..”
Now she was sure:
“No lah, I am crying when I was born — I didn’t steal anything.”
So I told her:
“You’ll understand when you’re older. I love you so much.”
Actually, not everyone who “steals” is bad.
The best things in life — the things that make us happy, change us, make us feel good — usually surprise us.
Sometimes, what gets “stolen” is actually a gift.
Life is funny like that, kan?