Evening Tales

Story 1: The silent boy and the stubborn girl

"Hey, please! Will you play with me?" I said to him. He still kept silence.

"C'mon, I want to play." He still didn't respond to me.

"I will give to you my cookies, so please play with me," I kept nagging and showed him the cookies in the red paper bag.

He, at last, got up and stretch his hands towards me. I without thinking placed my hand on his pale white hand.

He started walking and I accompanied him.

I was quite happy that now he will play with me after all.

"So, what are we going to play?" I asked jumping in joy, but he didn't utter a word.

We came out of the house and stood outside the door then he pointed his finger at something. I turned around to see where he was pointing. I saw the house where I live.

"That's my house, so what-" He slammed the door on my face.

"I just wanted to play, why you don't want to play with me?" I kept knocking continuously but no one responds.

"At last take the cookies, I brought for you." Tears streamed down my cheeks.

But instead of walking towards my house I started running in the backyard of his house. After searching a little I found a broken window I saw through it and found him sitting in a corner of that room looking at the floor with sad look. Every time I looked at him, he was always sad. I wanted to make him smile just everyone did.

As my father said smile get rid of very trouble.

A smile a day kepps the trouble away.

"Please eat it. Let's play another time, I come." With that, I threw the bag of cookies towards him.

He shifted his eyes from the floor towards the cookie bag and then towards me.

"Happy friendship day," I told him and smiled. He kept his mouth closed but the smile on his face said everything.

I ran to my house without being seen by anyone as it was getting late. Mama hates when I get late for dinner or I go near that house.

She told me that the house was abandoned and no one lives there but when I told her that a boy lives there she only scolded and warn me not to go over there.

"I am home, Mama," I greeted her.

"Welcome home dear. How was your walk?" She questioned

"Fine," I replied

"Did papa came home?" I added

"Yes, sweetheart. He is in his office," with that I ran with to my father's office.

He was sitting on the chair. I knocked on the door. He nodded to me to come in.

I hugged him.

"How was your day my love?" He asked.

"It was fine. Papa, will my friend remember me after they go far away from us."

"Yes dear, if that person is your true friend they will always remember you."

"Even after they die."

"Yes, my dear. Now go eat your dinner and sleep "