Her mother was a tough nut to crack and whatever Kayla did, her mother would never be pleased. Always sprawled out on the couch with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in another, she ordered her children about. Since their father was also not around, Kayla being the elder child, took upon her little shoulders the burden of running the home. Whatever money they received as settlement from the company that was involved in the accident, was being used by the children to study and run the home and by the mother to replenish her swiftly dwindling stocks of cigarettes and beer.
Her constant attempt to please her alcoholic mother had changed Kayla and made her a completely different person. It did not help that her mother never had a good word for her children,.always cribbing how Kayla was responsible for the death of their dad, how thankless a child she was and how it was a curse having a child like her to the family was. Gradually, the words got imprinted into her soul and unknowingly Kayla kept repeating these words to herself.
Even while she was going through all this tragedy, her heart was pure. She tried to be as gentle as possible and she was always caring about others and their needs. She could be seen helping old people cross the street and most weekends, she went to take free language classes in the community college.
One day, as she entered a pastry shop, she saw an old woman sitting outside, tired and famished. The shopkeeper refused to let the old woman enter the shop even after repeatedly being told that Kayla would settle her bill. Seeing no other way out, she bought extra pastries and buns and sat down beside the old woman.
Kayla opened the wrappers and offered a share to the woman. Together, they polished off everything and Kayla was pleased to see the smile on the old woman’s face. It almost looked like she had had a meal after many days. Just as she was about to leave, the beggar-woman caught Kayla’s hands, looked deeply into her eyes and asked her, “Don’t be so harsh on yourself. Being kind to yourself is important too you know.”
My friend Leo and I are writing on the same theme for the AtoZ2015. The word for the alphabet K that we've chosen is Kind. Thanks for stopping by and do let me know what you thought about my story before you hop away :)
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