Hey lovies :) okay so i'm not that good of a writer..and its my first time writing a story on wattpad. i've always been interested in literature. so yeah here it goes..don't judge me :) comment and vote for me please? thanks.. -Layla!x
An old man named Jack lived alone in a village. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. He was very weak and he needed some help. His only son Billy, who would have helped him, was in prison.
Jsck wrote a letter to Billy and mentioned his situation,
Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.
Love,
Dad.
Shortly, Jack received Billy's reply,
‘For Heaven’s sake, Dad, don’t dig up the garden! That’s where I buried the GUNS!’ At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.
Confused, Jack wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.
Billy's reply was: ‘Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad.. It’s the best I could do for you from here.’
'NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS.. NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS' :)
I hope you guys liked my short story :) xx
