{IN THE MORNING IN PAUL'S BEDROOM.}
Miss Pale : Paul... Wake up.
Paul : I'm up already.
Miss Pale : Goodmorning and happy birthday to you my lovely boy.
Paul : {SURPRISED.} It's my birthday.
Miss Pale : Yes it is your birthday.
Paul : How can I have forgotten my birthday.
Miss Pale : Because you, my son have been focusing more on school and less on yourself.
Paul : Well that explains a lot.
{THEY BOTH LAUGHED.
Miss Pale : You what do you wanna do in your special day.
Paul : Since it is a weekend, I was going to stay here and write the homework I couldn't write yesterday because I came home late. But since you told me it's my birthday, I'll think of something once I'm done with my homework.
Miss Pale : Well, I made something for you. It's nothing much but it is filled with love and care.
Paul : {WITH TOO MUCH JOY.} Where is it?
Miss Pale : Finish your homework and come out.
{AFTER SOME COUPLE OF HOURS, PAUL FINISHED WRITING HIS HOMEWORK AND RUSHED TO SEE WHAT HIS MOTHER MADE FOR HIM.}
Paul : Where is it? Where is it?
Miss Pale : Come down. There it is in the chair.
Paul : A jessy, I love it. {RAN AND HUGGED HIS MOTHER.}
Miss Pale : I spent the whole night sewing this jessy, specially for you.
Paul : Thanks mom.
YOU ARE READING
THE VILLAGE BOY.
Ficção AdolescenteIn a small village far from the city. There lived a young boy, who was born in a poor family. He focused all his energy in his studies. He always told himself that he want to wash his mother's poverty. And give her a better lifestyle. Every morning...
