“Susan, this is for you. Merry Christmas”. Their Mum lifted a small package, too small to attract the interest of the others, but neither Ben nor Susan were fooled. They couldn’t really miss the luxurious wrapping and the Yves Saint Laurent tag. And apparently, they were the only ones to care. Their elder brothers looked numb. They had received their gifts already – by order of age, as it always happened in their family. For the 33rd year in a row, Edward was the first to unwrap his present. Thomas followed him closely. Susan was the third, and Ben was the fourth. Ben had always been the last and the least. He had always hated Christmas, and every Christmas looked as hateful as the other.
Could it have been done otherwise? Could the presents be distributed by order of preference? None of them even imagined such a thing to be possible. It would disrupt the family’s habit to the point of chaos. Similarly, Ben’s two elder brothers couldn’t really receive things that were not in pairs. It had always been that way. When they were children...
Read the full text here.
Could it have been done otherwise? Could the presents be distributed by order of preference? None of them even imagined such a thing to be possible. It would disrupt the family’s habit to the point of chaos. Similarly, Ben’s two elder brothers couldn’t really receive things that were not in pairs. It had always been that way. When they were children...
Read the full text here.
No comments:
Post a Comment