DP Daily Prompt: Nothin’ But A Good Time

Imagine that tomorrow, all of your duties and obligations evaporate for the day. You get the day all to yourself, to do anything you please. What types of fun activities would make your day?

If I’m fortunate enough to get a day all to myself, meaning I won’t have to feed the kittens, cook, clean, or write prompts.

This day would be super cool. I’d listen to all my favorite songs, when I’m tired, I will call my college friend in Whitby Ontario, will talk about the good old days, talk about the rest of our classmates, how they are and where they live.

Next I’d go to the Mall and walk for a while to increase the number of steps I’ve taken, which is great, then I wouldn’t have to achieve my goal by running in place for more than an hour.

After walking around the covered mall for an hour, hoping it would be enough to reach my goal, I’d stop by at the food court to have something to eat.

Weather permitting, I’d get out of the mall and walk in the parking lot to get some fresh air. I’d go in again and stop at the Cole’s bookstore to see if there is any interesting book I can buy to do some reading. If there is nothing I like I’d step into Winners store, browse around, I may pick up a thing or two or buy nothing because the line at the counter is too long and I wouldn’t waste this off day standing in line for a half hour.

I’d come out of the mall take route 2 my bus, come home,wear some comfortable clothes and get my eleven hundred page book, ” Atlas Shrugged” will read it till I’m sleepy.

This would be an ideal way of spending my free time.

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365 Writing Prompts: Moved to tears

Describe the last time you were moved to tears by something beautiful.

The last time I was moved to tears was a few days ago after I finished reading the memoir of an author, who wrote about his life as a five year old boy, his mother left him to take care of his 18 months old sister, she had to work for days to provide food for her family.

They were so poor, he once saw his sister,eating charcoal to curb her hunger.

He insisted his older brother to take him with him, so he could see what type of work he does, his brother left him on the bench of a railway station and told him to stay there until he came back for him.

A five year old how much do they understand is what I thought while I was reading the book. Sure enough he left the bench to look for his brother whom he couldn’t find but ended up in places he didn’t recognize.

He was exceptionally fortunate to come in contact with a boy who took him to the police station, the authorities could not locate his home because of the scanty description he gave them.

He was taken to an orphanage and eventually ended up with an Australian family who adopted him. This little boy was amazed to see the difference of craving for food and then getting the food without any problem, he saw poverty and its opposite within a short time of his life.

He did not forget his family, it took him  twenty-five years to find his family. I was moved to tears when I read how he was united with his mother and the siblings!

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Writing Prompt: Companionable

Head to one of your companionable blogs .Write a companion piece to their penultimate: Next to the last syllable of a word.

 

I have taken the word from,”Mostly Bright Ideas” by Bronx Boy 55 the post title is:”Plumbing the Depths”.

I have picked the word ‘Language’.

In this awesome world of ours we live with a variety of people who speak different languages. If we are fortunate we are able to speak at least two. If we are energetic and would like to give our brain some exercise we may learn one other. But there are other lucky ones who grow up with four or five.

Language can be an impediment for someone like me. Yes I live in a country where we are required to be bilingual, we must be able to speak English and French.

I went to Montreal hoping the sales clerks would speak English because my thinking was I’m going to buy something and you must speak the language I know. I didn’t get anywhere with that thought. The sales lady stood with her back towards me pretending I did not exist. I was offended by her lack of manners,she didn’t care. The little bit of French I knew did not stay in my cranium, I was lost, and at that moment when your daughter who is watching everything quietly nudges me and says,”Mom you know this much French”.

“I know but I  cannot remember”,  I said.I was nervous, her reminder did not help much. This situation reminded me of the time in the exam hall when my mind was totally blank, I held the question paper looked at it and was cursing my room mate who made me stay up till 1:30 am to study. My memory did return.That was then this is now,what was I going to do?

Lucky for me, a very kind and gentle sales woman came to me, she had the most gorgeous smile, she said, “Vous avez servi?( Are you served)?

I knew she’d understand if I said I cannot speak French.I didn’t speak in English,I opted to use sign language, well I was never trained to speak in sign language, but the nice sales woman understood my difficulty, she decided to speak English,boy,was I ever relieved!

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