Little Boy had to look after his younger siblings while his mum busied herself dousing his feverish granny upstairs. His granny had grown too heavy for her to lift up to sit on the wheel chair for her to wheel into the bathroom. She had not the slightest energy left, considering she had to do all the household chores herself; dusting, washing, cooking, and running after the younger children. Sometimes she felt she could hardly have any more strength to lift a feather!
Grudgingly, Little Boy stayed with the children though he liked very much to finish some of his school work of which his teacher had complained about. He could not do his work then because his youngest sister would surely come and tear the pages off his book. Mom, would you please hurry up! I've got some homework to finish up!
Alright, alright! I 'll soon be down. You are always full of excuses. Why didn't I hear you say about this homework this morning while you were out playing? You just wouldn't help your mom a little.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang from next door. Little Boy almost jumped out of his own skin. It sounded like somebody had just come in and flung open the door as if it was such a nuisance. Not long after that, he could hear the sound of pots and pans dropping on to the floor. An earthquake had just happened over there. Little Boy's mom was at the top of the stairs and she asked him in a very unusual low tone what he thought it was. Strangely, it was not often his mom asked him of any opinion. She must had been too shock to believe her own conclusions.
Not waiting for his mom's approval, Little Boy went out of the back door with his little sister clinging tightly to his shirt, squealing in fright. She must had been frightened by the unusual loudness. Little Boy peered into the house and he was just in time to catch a glimpse of Mrs Green. She looked horrible and it was the first time he saw her face without make-up. He thought she looked like a ghost, or maybe she was. He liked to imagine stories in his mind, like the one he read in the thrillers he borrowed from school. Eventhough the language was a bit too difficult for him, he would skip words or sentences he did not know and hope to catch a bit of the story.
Grudgingly, Little Boy stayed with the children though he liked very much to finish some of his school work of which his teacher had complained about. He could not do his work then because his youngest sister would surely come and tear the pages off his book. Mom, would you please hurry up! I've got some homework to finish up!
Alright, alright! I 'll soon be down. You are always full of excuses. Why didn't I hear you say about this homework this morning while you were out playing? You just wouldn't help your mom a little.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang from next door. Little Boy almost jumped out of his own skin. It sounded like somebody had just come in and flung open the door as if it was such a nuisance. Not long after that, he could hear the sound of pots and pans dropping on to the floor. An earthquake had just happened over there. Little Boy's mom was at the top of the stairs and she asked him in a very unusual low tone what he thought it was. Strangely, it was not often his mom asked him of any opinion. She must had been too shock to believe her own conclusions.
Not waiting for his mom's approval, Little Boy went out of the back door with his little sister clinging tightly to his shirt, squealing in fright. She must had been frightened by the unusual loudness. Little Boy peered into the house and he was just in time to catch a glimpse of Mrs Green. She looked horrible and it was the first time he saw her face without make-up. He thought she looked like a ghost, or maybe she was. He liked to imagine stories in his mind, like the one he read in the thrillers he borrowed from school. Eventhough the language was a bit too difficult for him, he would skip words or sentences he did not know and hope to catch a bit of the story.
