Daily Prompt: Next in Line

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Given the choice, would you rather be heir to the throne , or the (probably) off-the-hook younger sibling?

First of all let me quote the phrase, ” Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.” Heir to the throne is not an option for me, given the fact I have four older siblings who’d like nothing better than to assume the role of an heir to the throne themselves.

I’d like to be the bystander, who gets to enjoy the jealousy of the older siblings towards each other. There is nothing more enjoyable than this.

I’ve experienced the heir to the throne facade by my my elder sister, although it was short-lived she made every effort to make my life a living hell.

Mom went to see her siblings for a few days, she entrusted dear old sister to keep house. She sat on the stool every day and ordered me to do the chores of the house while she was having a grand time being the task master. I had to wash, clean, and grind the spices, no we did not have an electric grinder, this was manual labor. I remember my hands used to burn after I’d finish grinding the red hot peppers. While she would order me to hurry.

Those were the days I’d wish mom would hurry home!

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365 Writing Prompts: Humble Pie

Tell us about a time you found out after the fact that you’d been mistaken and you had to eat a serving of humble pie.

I met  Mini in the university, she was friendly and very charming, she and I became friends immediately.She introduced me to her family members who lived in Dhaka. They were always very nice to me,every time they had a party, I was the first one on their list.

Mini’s family moved from Calcutta to Dhaka permanently, her parents did not because her father had a pharmacy   which he was planning to sell.Her sisters and brothers moved to Dhaka.

Once her eldest sister had a party in her house, I was invited, the food served was very tasty, there was beef, chicken, fish, all kinds of vegetables and salads it was a huge affair.

Mini’s sister was an excellent cook, she worked for days organizing the party. Her food was delicious, she forced me to try every single dish she cooked, only my mother cooked slightly better. I loved the atmosphere they all treated me like one of their relatives, I never felt out of place when I went to their house.

It was a dinner party I’ll never forget!

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