Growing up

You were not even five.you were cute.you were my treasure.I took you my two wheeler.you had to face an interview for class one admission.I had pride in taking you for an interview.Can there be any interview to disqualify this child of mine? was the thought.When you came out and eventually admitted I felt something great has happened.you climbed high year after year.I heard you were doing well.your reports recorded your achievement.You took your schooling seriously.you attended to your work with devotion,I had no problem. You were responsible.you were good.All praised you.Every positive word about you made me grow tall.