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Another story…

“Why are you feeling this way now? Why?” His wife probed in a high-pitched tone, though she had already knew the answer. That’s how Tony was. A coward. “I told you, we shouldn’t have done that,” Tony replied.

“Oh, so now you are blaming everything on me. You are the one who suggested that we get rid of …“

“Hey, shut up, you idiot! You want our daughter to know that we ki-…argh!”

Silence.

She slammed the door, he went upstairs. Little did they know that their nine-year-old daughter was eves-dropping. The poor little girl was frightened to death, she was old enough to decipher what they were saying. She just hoped that it wasn’t her.

Quickly, she ran to her granny’s room. The door was ajar, so she called “Ah Ma”. No answer. She pushed the door open. Her granny wasn’t there. All she could see was her faded sarong hanging on the chair. She went to the kitchen, the washroom, the back garden. Finally she mustered enough courage to knock on her parents’ bedroom. Again, no answer. She went towards the reading room but before she could knock, the door was opened from the inside.

“Hey sweetie pie, you are awake. Want to have some meat pie?” her father asked. “Sweetie pie? Meat pie? Have they all planned it all the while?” she thought. The little girl felt her heart beating and she dashed to the main door, raced out of the house towards the busy road and nearly got knocked down by a car. She ran as fast as she could without an idea where she was heading. The thought of her beloved Ah Ma and evil parents ran through her mind.

At home, the parents were again blaming each other, this time over the disappearance of their child. “It’s all because of you, she might have heard that we have decided to put her to sleep,” the husband said. “Hey, Sheila was so sickly. It would have been inhuman to let her suffer!” the wife replied. “You two, would you stop arguing? Go find my granddaughter now!” the elderly lady spoke.

Was feeling creative today…so I wrote a short story…feel free to feedback :p

The big, shady saga tree cast a protective shadow on the ground. The gentle breeze was caressing her moist face, as if telling her “don’t worry, everything will be alright”. Still, she was overwhelmed by guilt. If only she had trusted her motherly instinct. “My turn, my turn.” Her thoughts were disrupted when she heard these words. About 50 meters away, she saw two children, about six or seven, playing on the swing. She began to weep, the two girls sounded so much like Marie, her precious little one whom she just kissed good night few days ago.

Marie was nothing like the other children in the neighbourhood. This quiet child kept to herself and preferred to play with her own Barbie dolls rather than playing house with other children. To her mother’s delight, she sculpted a Play Doh figurine that had black threads as hair and tiny fiber (from the leaves) shaped as spectacles. This child was very creative with her hands, she even sewed small but very detailed dresses for her dolls. “Ma, look at this blouse…this is the collar, those are the sleeves (with pink piping), bags and accessories,” little Marie would say.

Under the tree, she looked at the doll in her hands. It seemed to be crying too, its face wet.