Arvalan and the ball

Teacher, come quickly! They are having a fist fight in the field. 

Rushing to the spot, I found two bigger buys hitting an eleven year old boy. Seeing me they break free. The little one was in tears.

What's going on?

 This stupid boy, he took my ball and he tore it. Now it's of no use. It has become useless. The bigger boy, Nishanth, shrieked. He was almost in tears. 

No ma'am. He's lying. I paid for the ball. He has already collected twenty ringgit for it. I paid him everyday.

He's the biggest liar. He only paid me five ringgit. That ball cost me fourty ringgit. I worked as a waiter for three weeks to buy it. Now its useless. I cannot play with it anymore.  

Promising a solution i sent them back to their classes.

A few weeks passed.

I bought two football and gave one to Arvalan and Nishanth. Nishanth was unhappy that Arvalan received a ball too.

"Miss Elly, you are not fair. Why should he get a ball. He is the one who destroyed mine," he demanded.

I called him closer.

"Come, let's walk around the field," I said and we started walking.

Do you know that Arvalan is a little unwell? 

 He's so.. naughty. I wonder where he's not well. Probably in the head!

The look i gave him snapped him into thinking and he blurted softly.

What's wrong with his head?

He has a growth.  

      "A growth ," he whispered.
I did not want to explain too much. I didn't think Nishant needed detailed information. I only wanted him to know that it was not a good thing to hurt Arvalan.

Since then, i notice the bigger boy is a bit more careful in handling the younger one.