The wind whistled through the wooden shutters of the almost collapsing tiny house. It sat in the middle of the woods. The winters were terribly harsh and the summers felt like they were melting away at the house, but it served most of its purpose. The woman who owned the house was a middle-aged widow named Annabeth, who had three children. Despite living all their lives in complete poverty, they were the most spoiled, greedy, and disrespectful children that anyone could ever imagine. They threw nasty fits when there was not enough food. They begged for goods when Annabeth went out to the marketplace to get the scarce amount of food she could afford. It drove her mad, but she loved her children with all her heart and she never scolded them. Sadly, the patient mother didn’t receive equal treatment. “You’re a horrible mother.”
“You can’t even make money for all four of us, how pathetic is that?” They taunted her.
This hurt Annabeth the most, for she did her absolute best to get her children everything they desired.
One night Annabeth went to the marketplace and bought food with all the money she earned from cleaning people’s houses, to prepare a big meal for her family. She cooked everything on time and set it out as the children came home from school. Not a single, “Good evening mother” or “How was your day Mother” was said. They threw their school books on the
floor and sat to eat.
“What is this? This tastes repulsive!” the oldest child, Laura exclaimed.
“I don’t like it either,” stated the twins, Billy and Johnny
“Mother, why have you made such disgusting food for us? You can’t work and now you can’t even make proper meals? Well, you’re no such mother at all!” screamed Laura
Laura threw the bowl of food onto the floor with a loud “Crash!” and the twins who often imitated their sister did the same. Soup splattered all over the floor of the house and all over Annabeth’s feet as the children scrambled out of the house giggling. Annabeth stood in shock in the room not believing that her children were that horrible to do such a thing. She cleaned up the
mess with tears in her eyes and went to bed. “Why must they do this to me.” she cried.
The Woman
Lucy Borissova