Short Stories


It was an average morning. I woke up in my bed at around 11:00 am; I know, it was pretty late. I quickly got up and rearranged my pillows on top of the bed. I walked toward the dinner table and saw my mother washing the dishes in the sink. My father was at work while my younger sister was at school. I was the only one spending an early Christmas vacation. There on the dinner table was our average breakfast: scrambled eggs, fried tilapia, and the usual steaming white rice. I looked at my mother and saw her smiling face, but I noticed she tried to hide it from me. “What’s the problem, mom?” I asked. She answered while scrubbing one of the plates using our Joy dish washing liquid with a simple, “What?” (more…)

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