Great Findings

Chapter 2

I managed to get OUTDOORS without Mom's knowledge.

To our door, I stepped at every pace SLOWLY, STEALTHILY, and CAREFULLY. Until I reached our gate, I turned a TORTOISE to crawl slowly, and then, for a short distance, I turned a RABBIT to hop. After a few meters, I turned a DEER to take to my heels to reach Uncle's HEAVY HUGE DOOR. It has been three times my height and a hundred times my weight. My hands hurt as I repeatedly banged on the door. After a while, I heard him loudly from deep INDOORS.

'HI! COMING!!' his VOICE had exclaimed at me as if I were an international figure at his door.

The GIGANTIC door DRRRRRRRDDD! I shut my ears with both hands.

Every time, it opened stuttering in front of me as though it had been confused whether to let me in or not. POOR OLD DOOR! I sympathized with it. I had already noticed a little spider hanging on one of its upper corners. I looked up. It stayed there as if nothing had happened. I wondered how it could hang on to its saliva. They spend no money to make a home. No need for LAND! NO HOME LOAN! It's unlike what I always hear at home. PURE SALIVA HOME! It's a great thing. Still, it would be sticky! But, no other material is needed.

'Hey, what are you looking at?' DFA Uncle looked up but failed to get it.

'What's there?' he asked me, while stooping to his half.

'A saliva home hangs over me. I'm looking if it'd fall on my head while I cross the threshold,' I continued to gaze at it as I said so.

He adjusted the position of his glasses on his face and tried to focus on it with a dubious glance.

Uncle stood before me with a big Oval-shaped HOLE in between his lean legs. His bones were of poor quality, and they struggled to bear the weight of his upper body. The WHOLE HOLE looked like A Big Go-Through Egg!

As he said, 'WELCOME AAMEE,' I knelt, crawled on my knees, and slid between his legs like ancient men through caves. It has been my usual way of getting into Mom's ancestral home.

My EYEBALLS rolled over the place. Every day, I would bring in some sensational or extraordinary story for him or some of my findings, for which he would gape at me. He must say, GREAT! He must also offer me something from his home, which he feels petty, and I feel pretty. That had been a long-cherished and blindly followed MODUS OPERANDI between us.

I CAN'T HELP MAKING GREAT FINDINGS!  HE CAN'T HELP AWARDING ME TROPHIES!

Everything I received from him turned into my TROPHIES, which I collected on a shelf in my room. But Grandma and Mom said that they considered them as UNDESIRABLES. The word chosen for my TROPHIES had been an UNDESIRABLE one! It struck me heavily. Furthermore, Grandma had nagged at me for taking them away and Mom for bringing them in.

Whenever I entered my home with such a TROPHY, Mom would remind me, 'Aamy, it's a home, not a WASTE BIN.'

I would nod my head. Simply, it stands for I AGREED! Not once, but a thousand times. Although I had been cleaning her ANCESTRAL WASTE BIN, I didn't dare to utter it. Let her live peacefully! Otherwise, she would tear my PEACE into PIECES.

Meanwhile, I decided never to follow such an UNDESIRABLE advice.

(to be continued)