The Taste of Watermelon
The boy was gone home...........
I was shocked! At this moment I began to think when I was sixteen and under.
It was a great age, my father was very ristrict with all of us five, he also used to stay guarding his fields with a gun under his arm. He wasn’t very famous of being affective or demonstrating his feelings. People from the village didn’t like him much. I think he demonstrated his feelings and affections for us in another way , by protecting his fields like he was protecting us. We lived in the middle of the bush in a very little house , that even some parts of it were in wood. We didn’t had much time and things to play, we had to help our father on the patch. Three of us shared a little room on the small roof of the house. My parents had also a very little room on the first floor. There was one night , a terrible night, heavy rain and storms came , there was one that affected one part of the house, the kitchen got all destroyed , everything felled down and it stayed all black. My father had to sell part of his crops to pay the arrangement of the house. Back then it was a very difficult life.
Also my father didn’t give us affection , he was always very busy with his patches. I’m also not very known for demonstrating feelings easily, and people don’t have the courage to face me , they are affraid of me. Maybe I am like my father , I demonstrate my careness and affection for my daughter and my wife , by protecting the watermelons. I am famous for growing anything by just throwing the seeds into the soil and grow the most beautiful tree you ever saw. I spent most of the day protecting my watermelon patch , every year people from all sides came to see it. This year my wife wanted to share the huge watermelon with the people from the village, share a slice of it, at first I didn’t liked the idea , but then I just didn’t cared.
But before that would happen the watermelon was stolen, I didn’t knew who it was...
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