Everlasting #Wattys2018

Skipping school

"Once upon a time there lived an middle aged lady, she was the mother of three girls. As the girls grew older, they became more and more distant, leaving the lady and merely seeing her once a month.

One day, as the sun shone brightly in the beautiful fields, the old lady decided to call them all over for a night at hers, the girls begrudgingly agreed, so the old lady prepared a plan.

At the third night of the stay, she called her first daughter. "Oh my dear, I'm getting far too old and holding these things are becoming beyond me," she said miserably.

The first girls eyes met a puddle of some wet liquid on the floor, her eyes looked back up to her mothers, filled with undeniable disgust.

"I'm not cleaning that up, if that's what you want," she snapped, turning around and snapping the door shut.

So the lady called her second daughter. "Oh my dear, I'm getting far too old and holding in these things are becoming beyond me," she repeated sadly.

The second daughter looked into her mother's eyes, confused. Seconds later, they graced that of the puddle of liquid on the floor.

"I'm sorry mum, but I refuse to clean that up," she said, her tone that of disgust.

And with a small bow of her head, she walked back out, closing the door loudly.

The old lady then called her third and last daughter and in she walked.

"Oh deary me, I'm getting far too old and holding in these things are becoming beyond me," she said gloomily.

The smallest daughter looked down at the puddle, and a small sincere smile crept on her face.

"Not to worry mother, I'll clean it up," and with that, the girl grabbed a mop from behind the table, and mopped the liquid up.

After she cleaned, she looked up at her mother with softened eyes. "This is nothing compared form the amount of times you changed my diaper, spent sleepless nights awake for me, clothed me and brushed my hair, proudly congratulating me after years of encouragement... nothing. What would I be without you?"

A day or so later, the old lady went shopping with her youngest daughter, asking her for her opinion on what gold to buy for her freind. The youngest daughter chose a dolphin shaped diamond and gold necklace, matched with earrings and a ring.

And the very next day the old lady called all three of her daughters back home, smiling at them.

"A few days ago I asked of three of you the very same thing, two of which refused, one of which happily did so. I assume you now what?"

Yet none of them did, for a few minutes they simply looked at each other with the same confused faces.

Then it clicked in the second daughters head. "Was it the puddle?"

The old lady nodded, smiling warmly. She stood up and placed a black box in the youngest daughters lap.

She opened it and was quite surprised to find the same match of dolphin jewelry she chose. The other two sisters looked at their younger sister in envy, then bombard their mother with questions.

The old lady hushed them, still smiling. "That liquid I asked you to clean up? The one two of you refused and only the third did? It wasn't what you thought it was... it was water." "

Andi happily clapped his hands at the story Evelyn just told us.

"You're such a child," I spat bitterly, turning around in my bed crossly.