12/26/16_11:12PM
Alarm clock rings.
"Oh It's 8:27am already, I fell asleep again.
Anyway, I'll make my special dessert for them."
The Mother said happily.
It's Christmas that day.
She cook pasta, beef stew and grilled Chicken for the midnight feast.
6pm---she's on the rush to finish the table set up.
7pm---exhausted. She then prepared herself for the dinner.
7:30pm---waiting with a smile.
8:00pm---still waiting... Looking at the wall clock.
Then she speaks, "I know you'll be here soon!" Positively smiling.
At 8:27pm, "Dear, we're here!"
Someone said and then continues to crowd the place.
"You said you're already here? But... Why I can't see you?"
"Do not fool me please! You're doing this to me for a long time!?"
The mother said while crying.
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Toot... Toot... Toot...
"Dad, mom is crying again." Her son said inside the small white room with oxyen tanks, big pumping machines and an annoying monitor with an up & down line.
The Father speaks while on his knees---
"Dear it's been 5 years since you'd been in that state. If we only don't leave you alone in the house that accident might not happened! Maybe we can still celebrate this holiday outside this place!" And the room started to fill with sorrows and grief from her children.
It was 8:27am when her Christmas day starts and ends with 8:27 on the evening---again and again.
Inside her dream, the pasta, the beef stew, the grilled chicken and her special dessert were still untouched.
Only God knows when her family can taste these dishes again.
Maybe, one day?
Or never.
-fin-
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Nano's: A Compilation of Microtales
Short StoryNano is short for nanotales. This is a compilation of microtales that will touch your heart and soul and will re-live your imaginations into reality with the touch of unpexpected plottwists. Some are fictional events while others are real. Some will...
