simplythere12
Listen well and listen close. Pass this on to your friends and family. This is a story
that could change children's lives. It all started when…
… my dad died. It was dad's birthday and everyone in my family was celebrating.
My family consists of my dad, Babarr Mohaut, my mom, Hamille Mohaut, my little
sister, Miya Mohaut, my little brother (bother), Zeqe, and me- 12 year old Tara
Mohaut.
It was surprising to find that everyone was in the same room at the same time.
Why? Because my dad is always working at the tobacco industry's building that's
why he coughs all the time (second-hand smoking). Also, my mom is
always taking care of Miya, my little 2 month old sister.
“Tara, stop that silly daydreaming of yours and fetch some water from the well.”
“But mom, I just got the water this morning! And plus, we're celebrating, so why
can't I celebrate too?”
“You have already eaten a couple of dried apricots, that's more than enough. The
sooner you get the water, the sooner you can continue celebrating.”
That was my mom. She's always bugging me about chores. I have to fetch water
because we don‟t have the money to get one of those nice houses down by the
market. In those houses, there are shiny floors, big rooms, and sinks and toilets.
Our house has walls made of packed mud and a thatched roof connected with a
mud and cow-dung paste. In Canada, you don't come across any houses like
this, but we live in India. That is, Himachal Pradesh.