The ugly Memory
Life is a concomitant of joy and bitterness
The day dawned in the normal course of things and the firmament was dazzlingly beautiful. Birds made obstreperous noises which were verily euphonious and melodious emanating from the impenetrable thick busy dedicated to the hamlet deities. It was reputed that the villagers do not penetrate the thick bush because it was where the mouthpiece carry out obnoxious superstitious ceremonies.
Kingsley, the fatherless and motherless boy had just finished his morning drudgery. He felt absolutely and completely ravenous. He went timidly to Mrs. Fluorine, the cantankerous wife of his rapacious uncle and solicited food but was greeted with a sound slap that send him flying accompanied by bitter and derisive comments.
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'What insolence? Coward! Idiotic boy, so you have the effrontery to call me your mother? Are you born every minute that you cannot comprehend the chasm or is there any semblance between me and that witch you called your mother? Will you catapult yourself out of this kitchen before I unleash my ire on you. Gourmand, child of evil parents. It us your evil dead parents that will give you food not I, Mrs. Fluorine. Nonentity, you will die of starvation in this house. Nonsense."
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