While sweeping, she thought of
all the people who would have been there last night and the good time they may
have had. She smiled at the thought of her last night.
It was New Year’s Eve and her daughters,
aged seven and four, wanted to celebrate like everybody. Poor children don’t know
that there is a cost for everything. But she didn’t want to disappoint them. She
boiled rice, milk and sugar together to her daughters’ delight. They watched
the fireworks and happily had the “cup pudding” as she called it.
PS:
Thanks Rochelle
for this wonderful image prompt!
PPS:
I am participating in Friday Fictioneers after ages. The last was in the March
of 2015!
Welcome back
ReplyDeleteWelcome back with such a charming story. :-)
ReplyDeleteLove this! Very sweet and comforting.
ReplyDeleteso sweet - like the rice pud :)
ReplyDeleteLovely, heart-warming story.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year! Lovely to meet 😊
ReplyDeleteOne of the many responsibilities of parents is to make sure their kids have happy memories. She's a good parent. Welcome back to FF!
ReplyDeleteAw. A wonderful way to "party' with those little girls :)
ReplyDeleteWelcome back, Locomente.
ReplyDeleteShalom and happy new year,
Rochelle
This story intrigued me. MH
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