Diya was not like every other kid in her class. While most children had one mummy and one papa, Diya had teen (three) mummy-papa!
Her friends would say, “Three? That’s not possible!”
But Diya would smile and say, “It’s not only possible, it’s mast (awesome)!”
You see, Diya was adopted when she was a baby. Her first mummy-papa couldn’t take care of her, so she was lovingly taken in by Sameer and Reema — a young couple who had always dreamed of having a daughter. Reema was a schoolteacher and cooked the best aloo paratha in the world, and Sameer told bedtime stories with funny voices that made Diya laugh till her tummy hurt.
Then, one day, Reema’s best friend Meena “Maasi” came to live with them for a while. Meena was kind, funny, and always had a new game to teach Diya. Over time, their home became a little louder, a little happier — and Diya started calling her “Mummy 2”.
At first, her school friends giggled. “How many mummies do you need?” they teased.
Diya felt shy for a moment, but then she remembered something Reema had once told her: “Family isn’t about how many or who — it’s about how much love there is.”
So Diya stood tall and said, “I have more people who love me — what could be better?”
Later, when Diya made a family tree project at school, she drew a big tree with three strong branches labelled: Mummy 1, Papa, Mummy 2. Her teacher smiled and said, “That’s a beautiful family, Diya.”
That evening, Diya cuddled on the sofa between all three — Reema, Sameer, and Meena. They were watching a cartoon, eating popcorn, and laughing.
Diya looked up and whispered, “I’m lucky. I have a full-to-overflowing kind of love.”
