One sunny day at my own town. Sun shined through the streets and now it was filled with light and I can feel that’s its already daytime filled with a scented morning of cooked champurado for our first meal of the day,our breakfast. Tall dark trees glittered as I look outside from our windows.
As my mother washed our dishes,I moved my nose off back and forth turning around the crystal-liked glass and came back to the counter. I was acting grown-up already,helping my mother washing the dishes. Our hands were sorrounded by the bubbling yellow diswashing liquid.
“ That’s very good,” my mother said. My mother happily washed the plates. I felt grown-up, wearing with my mother’s stichliked maroon colored apron. My mama had even let me chat with her even though she is busy,responsing with me with his golden and lovely cute voice that I couldn’t heard with someone else. After I had washed the dishes, I’d put it in a big green square tray. It glittered much,liked the trees outside our windows.
After a couple of minutes,I was so tired. So with my mama who had been working with me all the morning at the crowded clean kitchen. Wearily I dragged myself back to the small gray dining table where I were staying during my free time. My mother had cauaht sight of me while I’m resting.
“Get some woods,Rumar,” she said in a lovely manner, “like good fellows.’’
I was too tired with my hands were helding my knees.
“Everybody’s tired these days,” said mama in a louder tone. “ We all want to eat. And if we are going to eat, we have to cook.
And I didn’t want to embarrassed my own sweet mother for not doing my duty. So I’d held the heavy brown shined chopping axe. I looked at the wood scattered under the glooming trees , and decide which pieces of wood I wanted to brought in. Willingly, I choosed the lighter one but the bigger one so I picked it up with full force in accordance to my body. As destroy the pile of wood..,I heard a strange sound that could irritate my two ears. As I stared at it ,I was so shock that my feet are trembleng with fear. I was so stupor that I saw hundreds of bees dwelling inside the old pile of wood. Their angry was enough to strike my fear into the bravest heart of mine. I was so shrieked, and I ran for my dear life living my axe and sack. Without trying to look backward with those monster bees trying to attack my innocent body.
A hundred of them got into my short hair and on my pale face and under my checkerd clothes.Stung in dozens of places, I rushed frantically into my house,yelling at the top of my voice craving for help.
The trauma of that attack by the bees hasn’t left me yet. And if ever I was temted to make some excuses during household chores, I remember what happened on that unforgettable moment,and how the stinger was stung.
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