I entered the house after an interval of twelve years. There were plants scattered around, but there was a theme, an order to the arrangement.
Mrs. James, our old faithful housekeeper emerged with the coffee. Her always stern face looked rather forlorn.
“I hope all’s well with you, Mrs. James.”
“Every day with my head above the earth is a gift.”
“You don’t sound happy.”
“I live here with plants for company. I am afraid I run a nursery in your house, to support my son’s education. I send him money regularly, but he has never acknowledged receipt or called.”
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Reena, Sad story but well written! You’re right – life isn’t happy for everyone in the world and it certainly can change quickly! Good job! Nan
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Thank you, Nan!
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That’s sad, she works hard for no appreciation
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Mrs. James is diligently fulfilling her duties a s a parent. Hope one day her son reciprocates her love and concern. Very well articulated.
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“Every day with my head above the earth is a gift”
Poor Mrs James does seem to carry a big burden. Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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Poor Mrs James, I wonder what will become of her. Good story. 🙂
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Thanks!
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Yes! I like where you took this one, as well.
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Thanks!
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Loved where you took this one.
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😦
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Sad indeed.
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That is rather sad, Reena.
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Life is not happy for everyone in the world.
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