Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Cake!

Cake!
A long time ago , there was a boy, every day boy had to go sell bread from early morning to late at night to get money to pay for his life. Every day he is still selling, but today boy is not yet sold a cake and it was dark, he went out from this dark path to dark path different from the empty stomach and throat irritation, he was too tired to dry before the cold winds of winter cold, the gray gloomy scenery, cold, but  boy no one to share ,  tired he sat down next to a tree in roadside, opposite the  tree  is a luxury house, in the house that has a lot of them gather together, they talk to each other laughing, the kids, they have the way a baby their parents and grandparents, they have dishes that for him it is a luxury that his lifelong dream was not coming, he sat here, sitting under a tree by the road he thought about his life, a solitary life, nobody relatives, the boy told  the tree and can also say to yourself, he says



tree well, yourlife  like  me, my life with you as well as the gray this scene so ..
No one answered him, only the sound of the wind through the branches crunch, only the wind brought bitter, the numbness that nobody can share with boy. The boy sat under a tree thinking, the thought of a boy at the age forgetfulness is supposed to be learning, to be played as the other boys but the unjust life with him and he must bear the adversity present!
He sat for a moment before he continues on the path trudged home, the hungry do you feel the cold more and more time on the road as far, to go all the way this appears to be an overworked than the body his scrawny, he was gone, he was still thinking about his life, he walked and thought, it's time you stop to think, he was standing in front of a bakery , boy stand here, boy looks at the upcoming pie, you enjoy the taste of them and the heat of the oven warm and help him, boy was standing there, she told the shopkeeper came out boy
she shopkeeper: -can i help you?? boy  ??
Boy: yes ! -Boy continued: -There can buy some bread to help me not she ??
She surprised shopkeeper replies: She had never seen anyone selling sandwiches  invite the bakery to buy bread  !!!
:: Boy because ...
She shopkeeper :: Okay! Selling i 5
Boy happily gave her cake for her shop owners and shop owners give money to the boy, the boy finished selling the project to look at the bread before she asked the shopkeeper saw this boy
she shopkeeper: I've eaten?
He just shook his head
She shopkeeper: So why do not you take a cake out of the basket and eat ??
Boy: Yeah! this is the cake boss of me, I eat, it will be deducted from wages sir!
She shopkeeper looked at him with her eyes, afraid and said - come in here with her!
He accompanied her shopkeeper, then she took the boy with some cake and told him to eat, watching him devour the cakes that she looked at him with sympathetic eyes, and then she went to get him baby cup of milk, when he has had enough, she started asking about the boy
She shopkeeper: Where are you parents that she had to go back to selling cakes so miserable?
grandchildren laden gone! genre optimistic boy go
-: Oh! she was sorry, she did not know!
-: She's okay ...
-: That his mother was so ??
-: My mother was no longer money pneumonia treatment should ...._ boy cried ...
Where cow grandchildren ??
pelvis do not know, since the baby was born she did not know the father, and my mother did not mention anything about you at all!
By this time, she shopkeepers not hold back tears, she hugged her little boy in her long..hai cried ...
A moment later she shopkeeper told him: If she does not mind, then from now she will be the mother of your child, okay ??


Boy: but I .....
She shopkeeper: no buts, from now on she will care for her !!
The boy did not speak gi..cau shopkeepers knew her second eye ..... so grateful today he has a new home to avoid the cold
The next morning, when she saw the shopkeeper puberty on the table with a piece of paper
" Send her
     I very thank goodness and help her, but I do not want to burden her and I also want to make my dream wants to become a doctor for medical treatment for the poor as my mother so, I'll never forget the cake and glass of milk ... and thank her grandchildren!
                                                                            Boy selling bread "
20 years later, she shopkeepers now have become old and her compatriots with pneumonia, her heavy illness, she needs a good doctor, and the cost of surgery is not cheap, but in the end her surgery also successful in the recovery room, the doctors there to see her condition, she asked the doctor with the other
She shopkeeper: I do not have the money .... so why that I still was operated sir ??
Doctor: I have  paid off for doctor and hospital fees, doctors now be assured that rest to get well away !!
She shopkeeper: I and doctors have known each - Where ....- she said I do not know how to pay off thanks to the doctors here!
Doctors: doctors do not pay anything where doctors well, doctors have helped me a lot, the new children who can not pay off thanks to the doctors!
She shopkeeper: why doctors say that her ....- surprised ... not perhaps the doctor is ....
Doctor: Yes! the boy she is selling her bread bakery Home here


She shopkeeper: Oh oh  ...- tears
Ba artist: she was too weak animals do not work will be bad for health it .... I have lost a mother then, I do not want to lose another mother again ... and now doctors have additional concerns I do not take such a child ??
She shopkeeper: ....
She shopkeeper back tears but these are tears of happiness .....
............................................................................................................the and......................
In modern life, hustle, we have to forget lost love to run after money, we just do things beneficial to themselves and others that their stars are shelves, there were times we accidentally passed the difficulties, we go through them as if they were not there so!, try asking in this society there are many people like her in the bakery owner, whether one has enough love, open our hearts to be ready to share the difficulties for the boy, or should we say: "not their my job" ?????

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