Yesterday, he came again, differently. “Papa, my friend’s father work hard like you, but their landlord has pursued them. Can you give them one room?” I gazed at him. As I said yes, tears rolled down.
From the village where I farmed hours under the sun, to make ends meet, to the city, where I drove a taxi at day, and served as a guard at night, my little boy always interrupted my thoughts with his mother’s. “Papa, stop thinking. Mama say everything will be fine, that you work hard.” Then, I will smile, and draw him into an embrace.
Yesterday, he came again, differently. “Papa, my friend’s father work hard like you, but their landlord has pursued them. Can you give them one room?” I gazed at him. As I said yes, tears rolled down.
Meredith Chiwenkpe Asuru
5/8/2022 07:12:50 am
Yes. Most times I feel like only those who have walked the path really care. I just wish the world gave more love.
Sue Clayton
5/8/2022 03:39:05 am
Sometimes these days hard work is not enough payment for peace of mind.
Meredith Chiwenkpe Asuru
5/8/2022 07:14:21 am
Especially in economies that don't support the ordinary man. Thanks for reading Sue. 5/8/2022 04:25:39 am
There is still good to be found out in the world, sometimes it comes from the mouths of babes
Chiwenkpe Meredith Asuru
5/8/2022 07:17:45 am
Yeah. Thanks for reading Jim.
Azian Sarah Bariwere
5/8/2022 11:59:33 am
Working hard is like sowing a seed, the result might not be immediately but you will definitely reap the results.
Jenny Logan
5/8/2022 12:40:22 pm
What a touching story, Meredith.
marjan sierhuis
5/8/2022 03:38:55 pm
A heart-wrenching story, Meredith with a positive outcome.
Don Tassone
10/8/2022 02:34:50 pm
One room indeed. Well done, Meredith. Comments are closed.
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