A good day

“Go to the market to fetch the vegetables  now so that the cooking , cleaning , dusting , washing are taken care of before the guests arrive “ ,Mrs. D’Souza commands Michael.

“Yes Madam “, the 11 year old replies meekly , still looking intently at the children playing in the community park, overlooking Mr. D’Souza’s residence.

Michael thanked God for his masters and was grateful to them for taking care of his food and shelter , like his parents, deprived of means , never could.

However, sometimes he longed for a life like Mrs. D’Souza’s children – playing , studying , complaining about the less-than-perfect omelette , making a fuss over nothing important.

On returning from the market , Michael finds a candle in the dark room , burning bright on the strawberry cake and the surprise guests i.e. Michael’s parents emerge with a “Happy Birthday to you , Michael”.

Mr. D’Souza’s family join in what was Michael’s first ever Birthday celebration, gifting him his most fancied “You are starting school , tomorrow “ .

This story was written for Six Sentence Stories at Zoe’s uncharted , the cue of the week being “master”. Thanks to Zoe for hosting the challenge.

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15 thoughts on “A good day

  1. Your wonderful story is giving me fits today, it seems unwilling to accept my comment… trying again! All children in the world deserve the opportunity to go to school and also time to play with friends, there will be enough years for working hard at life later on. I was thankful that the D’Souza family understood this and gave Michael the most wonderful birthday celebration and gift ever! I love stories with happy endings, well done! XOXO

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