The Family

They worked together as a whole. They cared for each other. They had a fun time and no problem for them ever was a bother. The daughter helped the mother, the brother, the father. Altogether there was fun, fancy and laughter. They were popular before an event and also after. The mother made a pink porridge. The brother broke his new carriage. The father dented the car in the garage. The neighbours were in a fix they could not know what sort of people were these. They could not understand who was cream and who cheese. They could not know whether they were black or white. It took them a lot of patience to understand what was wrong and what was right. This family had earned names. For some, they were proud though for some it brought shame. ty and poured her wine on a lady. The father was caught helping a joker doing something shady. The brother broke his best friends nose. The daughter drank alcohol a double dose. The mother fought with her enemy Mrs.Brown. She beat her badly and dressed her up as a clown. The father was invited for giving a lecture, but it brought out his abilities puncture when he started deviating from his talk and talked about fake signatures and ugly vultures. The daughter only sixteen thought she was a teenager queen. She enjoyed her time dancing while neighbours were horrified with her fanatic screams. But this family was always together and deeply in compassion. Nobody looked at them with any kind of dissatisfaction. The family lived and would die in glory. If they had hurt anyone they were for that so very sorry. This family sure was special. They were the best before and after the rehearsals. They were a family totally soaked and soggy in love, joys, troubles, fancies and fun, undoubtedly they were the family who was made silver by the moon and super golden by the sun. They were innocent souls not touched or changed by the bad side of the world. All were beautiful gems in their own rights, were diamonds, sapphires, rubies and pearls.

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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