He has been at it for a while, writing. Each symbol is called something and it must be written a certain way, letters between four lines and numbers between blocks. It's not all that hard, he can pick it up almost immediately, instantaneously, the moment it has been demonstrated to him. Yet something about this whole exercise seemed so laborious to him. Like these letters and numbers were caged in those lines and boxes.
And then his mother offers him the "rough note" to practice a little more, to get the letters a little bit more right.
His face suddenly brightens, "Amma!", he says, "Can I scribble in this?"
And then his mother offers him the "rough note" to practice a little more, to get the letters a little bit more right.
His face suddenly brightens, "Amma!", he says, "Can I scribble in this?"
