A story in two versions, from a son and a mother’s angle. 100 words each, read on 🙂
“So what’s in dinner today?” He asked his mother.
The way he had worked and not eaten anything the entire day just to earn that daily wage of 100 rupees was too much to do for any normal person.
She served the three chapatis and potato curry on a plate to him. This was the only thing she could afford making in such a small budget.
Disappointed, he looked at her, finished it and went to sleep in a sad mood. He wanted to ask for some milk, but didn’t, thinking that she might have given it to his sister.
“So what’s in dinner today?” Her son asked.
She gave him the potato curry and three chapatis.
“He has worked so hard, I wish I could make something better!” She thought.
Suddenly his expressions changed showing his disappointment with the food.
She almost cried inside but made sure it didn’t show. She wanted to offer him some milk, but couldn’t as she didn’t have enough money to buy it.
He went to sleep. She went to sleep too, skipping her dinner. For two days she hadn’t eaten anything, but her son just had dinner. Maybe she’ll make him something better tomorrow.
“Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.” – Erich Fromm