The plight of a five year old

I will begin with a sad story of a five year old. I had the privilege of watching a video of a five year old child. She belonged to a family who were very poor. They were unable to provide food, clothing, or even a proper house. While they struggled, they were advised by people who lived in the community, to put the child in a home where his/her food was guaranteed at least.

The mom and dad thought it was a swell idea, they agreed to send their little five year old to a home. The family was well off and promised to take care of the child, in return the child would be given simple chores.

The little girl was unwilling to go but the parents forced her, thinking the child wouldn’t be hungry. About two days passed the child was physically abused by the lady of the house. The child somehow managed to find her home. Her parents took her back to the same family. This time she was abused and wasn’t given any food, because the child broke some utensils belonging to the owner.

It was evening the girl decided to run away. She couldn’t find her way home and was lost. She was hungry, tired of walking she sat in front of a small shop. The owner tried to help, the child couldn’t remember the name of the street, village even the names of her immediate family.

After several years of going door to door in search of basic needs of life, fortunately she found a family who took her in, raised her, and got her married.

After her child was born she realized, her son needed to know where she came from and who were her parents.

Luckily she found an institution where they deal with finding lost children who are adults. This institution has a great team, they work night and day to help these unfortunate adults.

When this lost girl who is married and has a child came in contact with this institution. Her first wish was she wanted to see her mom. But when she met her sisters she could not recognize them. She was shown her childhood photographs. Those photographs convinced her they were really her sisters. She immediately asked to see her mother.

When this hapless child found out her mother had passed away. Her heartbreaking sobs wet the tears of everyone present.

I think giving a five year old child to strangers thinking they will raise this child is a mistake!

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365 Writing Prompts: Imitation/Flattery

Write a post in the style of(or simply inspired by) a favorite author.

Once upon a time there lived in the never,never land a sage who had two feline pets, one he named Gabriel and his brother he called, Smiley.

Smiley was a delightful pet ever ready to adopt any human he came across, Gabriel on the other hand was not so trusting, he always kept his distance from strangers. Strangers to him were people who would take him away from his real owner.

Smiley however was ready to go with anyone who’d take him, he felt life is full of surprises, it wouldn’t hurt to find out how life would be with someone other than his present owner.

God the giver of wishes decided He’s helped humans, why not a feline.

The stage was set, along came a court jester to visit the sage, Smiley as usual was as charming as he could be, both he and jester loved each other instantly.

Smiley found his new owner and made a big fuss to go with Jester. His wish was granted by Mr. Sage, Smiley was overjoyed to get a new owner, he hopped all the way to Jester’s house.

Jester lived in a small hut, there was a tiny window in the middle of the room, the door was ugly and nothing to look at Jester was happy in his little abode, Smiley was disgusted, he showed his anger by scratching everything in the house, this displeased Jester, he slapped him and made him go to sleep.

Early morning he stealthily left the house, he had enough of Mr. Jester , one more day might make him attack Jester.

Walking along the winding streets he realized it was wrong to change owners, he was happy with Sage and his brother Gabriel. He was looking for adventure which turned out to be sour in the end.

Along the way he was invited by several humans to live with them he declined by saying he did not want to be adventurous any more.

Finally after a long walk he reached home, Gabriel and Sage were having a man to feline talk, he was a bit jealous but reminded himself, he is the one who chose to leave, he has no reason to be jealous.

Gabriel was happy to see his brother back, when he asked him if he had fun with Jester all he could say in his feline language was: All that glitters is not gold.”

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DP Daily Prompts: One–Way Street

Congrats! You are the owner of a new machine.The catch ? It comes in two models,each traveling one way onlky: the past or the future.Which do you choose ,and why?

One way streets are annoying to me.The day we arrived here we ended up in a one way-street,the cab driver had to go around to reach us to our destination, it was the first thing in the morning for us,for him I’m not sure, judging by his delightful mood it might have been his first obstacle he faced as well.

Wait a minute this is not what you want me to write. The prompt is asking me which new model machine will I choose, I am the owner of one.

I’d love to own the past model, I know what happened I want to see the rerun, Future may not be as attractive as the past.

Why do I want to own the past model? It was the time of my life when I had a lot of fun. I’d like to go back to my days when we were inventing new things,learning how to read,write and show my parents how well I was doing. My parents loved to see me enjoying my school , and friends I made.

My older brother wanted took me to a restaurant, he ordered juice for me, I didn’t like it,I took two sips and I told him I couldn’t drink it anymore. He took me to the restaurant again,this time he ordered milkshake for me I sipped it once then in minutes I drank all of it. My brother said: now I know what you like, next time I’ll order the same thing for you.

These are memories that I cherish and they were pleasant, this is why I’d like a machine that would take me to my past.

The future model would be uncertain and perhaps full of unpleasant things!

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Writing Prompt: Stranded

You’re stranded in a foreign city for a day with no money no friends,Where do you go; What do you do?

If I am stranded in a foreign city with no money and no friends for a day,here is what I plan to do, first I’ll walk around the city,it doesn’t cost anything to walk,I’d find someone who speaks my language,if there is no one, I’d continue walking and find some sort of eatery or restaurant, walk in confidently and look for the owner.

When I find him/her I’ll start a conversation, inform him/her where I come from , give a detailed description of the place, the people and what they do for their living, I will talk about everything that makes my home attractive,I’ll drag on with the conversation until it’s lunch time, when his maid calls him for lunch, I’d inquire what sort of food they eat, their favorite food, how they cook it,by this time I am hoping the owner will get interested to hear about foods I like, suddenly the man is interrupted again to have lunch, since I am there he’d feel uncomfortable eating alone, to be polite he’ll invite me for lunch, after lunch I’d thank him and will tell him about some of the delicious food I can cook.

The owner will show interest and will ask me if I could cook some of the foods I talked about. I’d agree to cook and ask him to get the ingredients for me. I’d spend most of the day cooking.

Out of courtesy the man’s wife will invite me for dinner,after dinner, the owner will surely ask the name of my hotel,so he could drop me off. This is when I’d open up about my bad luck. I’d tell him I’ve lost everything, I don’t have money or friends, so I’d have to spend the night sleeping under a tree. I am hoping I’ll be invited to be their guest for the night.

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Writing Prompt: Shoulda,Woulda, Coulda

This prompt will highlight how lazy I am, well this is what I shoulda done yesterday. Combed my hair,called a great friend, went for a walk in the woods and got plenty of exercise, written an awesome story to wow all my blogger friends, watched the Olympics to know how many medals my Canadian friends grabbed, and last but not least paid a visit to our two faithful felines : Babble and Nelson.

I did not do any of these things I listed, mainly because my hair did not need to be combed. My good friend lives in a different city,it is expensive to call long distance.

Walking for exercise in minus seventeen degree Celsius, is not a thing I can do.

Awesome story was something I could not write because my brain refused to co-operate. When that happens you know you would be lucky if you remember your name.

Watching Olympics was a problem, they were not showing my Canadian friends.

Last ones on the list are Babble and Nelson; the two felines, they were already missing their friend owner, were not pleased to see someone else feeding them and cleaning their litter. They have finally adjusted to seeing one stranger, to see two at one time would be downright cruel, don’t ya think.

You might wonder who names a cat ,”Babble” well according to the owner he talks too much he thought Babble would be a perfect name for his feline friend, the name Nelson was an easy one for the second one,  there was news of Nelson Mandela’s death,the owner is a big fan of the prominent man, so he named his little kitten “Nelson”. Good idea I thought now he cannot forget his idol’s name.

So this was why I could not do the “Shoulda,Woulda,Coulda. You know what I mean!

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A Day in the Life of a Tennis Racket

Wow I am tired today. My owner Roger Federer played the third round of Australian Open Grand slam Tennis tournament. Wow he was hitting hard, I felt the blows right on my string. You think he’d slow down just a tiny bit to help me gather my senses. But oh know he was tearing apart his opponent. What was his name again? Let me gather my thoughts,Oh yes, “Teymuraz Gabashvilli”, woh I had a hard time repeating his name,it’s a whole mouthful.

I feel great I helped him to win in straight sets, it was : 6/2  6/2  and 6/3. You’d think he had to get a flight out but, I reminded him Roger, “In a grand Slam you need to win seven matches to win the trophy.”

Now back to the practice court I go to help win the next one. Guys pray for me I have to endure the blows. I’d like to think my owner Roger has a chance if he plays one match at a time. He need not think of his opponents like Nadal or Murray.

I am happy he did not have to play more than three sets today, or I’d still be in pain. I have to be ready for the fourth match. Sometimes I wonder why did I choose to be tennis racket. You can hardly imagine how difficult it is to keep my owner happy!