My first Short story- The unfolding of truth!!(Part1)

As the fall of winter night came to an end she sought relief from the chilling winter and shivering body. Never the less it was more of a sleepless night for her because of poor livelihood.

“Sherry………………Sherry” her mother screamed from the distant. she yelled back “Hey mommy!! I am here” waving the hand in the backyard swinging back and forth on the swing hanging on the old tree shack.
It was such a beautiful windy day she was just enjoying the weather and the breeze on the swing with all feel while closing her eyes. Her mother yelled again “baby weather is going bad !! come inside its goanna rain”.. a whole splash of water fell on her face waking from her dream.”O ..O OH!! what the damn! I am all wet…what is it? is it not rain?” and a hard voice came from behind” girl! Its time for some work !! u better wake up early next time otherwise you are going to feel this rain every morning”…OH!! Dad” Sherry whispered.

“later that evening as sherry’s dad returned from work Sherry made sure she could finish with her homework so that she can help her hard-working dad who was a mason to ease up with some home need s.Sherry leaves no chance to help her dad to make happy with her work.She also takes care of her younger bro in doing homework and going to school. She alo had a puppy as “sugar”.

One night Sherry’s younger brother “Gimmy” was on bed counting marbles he asked, “Sherry how old are you?” Sherry smiled and answered “Eight,” Gimmy asked again “so when did our mom left us? I don’t remember her its my 6th birthday? how was she?”….Sherry could barely collect anything from her faded memory as her mom passed away when Gimmy was born and she was just two years of age..with so much of innocence on her face she said:” bro I too don’t remember lets ask dad”.
They both went to their dad and asked “hey dad! how was our mom like… we don’t remember her”.” O dear!   “ their dad got surprised with such emotional question. “Hmmm…your mom was most amazing women, more like a princess, very beautiful, very brave and a very soft at hearted lady”…he smiled and continued to describe putting both kids on lap.

“Her name was Rose! Like her name, she was very beautiful and very tough. We met when from behind she threw pebbles right at my head. I got mad with that shot and in rage, I was about to hit her when I found it was a girl and too so beautiful…I got lost ”..”hahahha…” all of them laughed. 


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