Chomp Chomp Chomp...... the bowl of white radish , cucumbers and carrots generously sprinkled with salt and lemon juice is polished off and only the residue stains sat in the middle of the steel container.
"Ughhh. Were you a goat in your last life ?"
"And you were the King of the Jungle, isn't it?"
"Meat is delicious". Ivanka devours on the piece of chicken.
"Salads keep my bowels clean". Anita rubs her right hand on her well-toned abdomen.
" Girls, place your plates and bowls into the sink", orders the matriarch.
" Ivanka, you picked a fight with that bully Sam?". Anita relishes the cucumber bits still stuck in between her teeth.
" He started it first". Ivanka rolls her eyes and stresses on the first pronoun of the sentence.
"You could have ended the war of words, Miss LazyBones". Anita piles the dishes in the sink while Ivanka rests her feet on the table.
"I had my fists on him and the red oozed from his nose". A satisfied smiling Ivanka relishes the chicken gravy still on her tongue.
Anita startled , looks up, from scrubbing the kitchen platform.
"Miss Preacher, don't start your lecture on non-violence". I believe : an eye for an eye", Ivanka heaves and signs off in her usual trademark line.
" Mom , Ivanka is in trouble again". the soft-spoken lass is extending her neck so that her voice can travel to mom's room above.
"She is sleeping. don't disturb her. Papa will be proud of his daughter. ", and Ivanka feels the flush of pride spread on her face. She is the apple of his eye, a soldier's daughter. Anita feels that papa's genes runs in her sister's bloodline.
"Did your finish your homework, Ivanka?"
A question mark stretched on Ivanka's face and words barely escaped from her mouth. Her legs spring into action faster than her brains and she searches for her books.
"How many times have I asked you to arrange to study table?". A precocious Anita is picking a novel.
"I prefer it my way", scowled Ivanka.
A pair of wrinkled eyes and ears is an invisible witness to the drama. A murmur is whispered , unheard to anyone in the house, " Identical twins with non-identical outlook towards life. They look alike yet so different". And the grandma vanishes through the roof in resignation.
"Ughhh. Were you a goat in your last life ?"
"And you were the King of the Jungle, isn't it?"
"Meat is delicious". Ivanka devours on the piece of chicken.
"Salads keep my bowels clean". Anita rubs her right hand on her well-toned abdomen.
" Girls, place your plates and bowls into the sink", orders the matriarch.
" Ivanka, you picked a fight with that bully Sam?". Anita relishes the cucumber bits still stuck in between her teeth.
" He started it first". Ivanka rolls her eyes and stresses on the first pronoun of the sentence.
"You could have ended the war of words, Miss LazyBones". Anita piles the dishes in the sink while Ivanka rests her feet on the table.
"I had my fists on him and the red oozed from his nose". A satisfied smiling Ivanka relishes the chicken gravy still on her tongue.
Anita startled , looks up, from scrubbing the kitchen platform.
"Miss Preacher, don't start your lecture on non-violence". I believe : an eye for an eye", Ivanka heaves and signs off in her usual trademark line.
" Mom , Ivanka is in trouble again". the soft-spoken lass is extending her neck so that her voice can travel to mom's room above.
"She is sleeping. don't disturb her. Papa will be proud of his daughter. ", and Ivanka feels the flush of pride spread on her face. She is the apple of his eye, a soldier's daughter. Anita feels that papa's genes runs in her sister's bloodline.
"Did your finish your homework, Ivanka?"
A question mark stretched on Ivanka's face and words barely escaped from her mouth. Her legs spring into action faster than her brains and she searches for her books.
"How many times have I asked you to arrange to study table?". A precocious Anita is picking a novel.
"I prefer it my way", scowled Ivanka.
A pair of wrinkled eyes and ears is an invisible witness to the drama. A murmur is whispered , unheard to anyone in the house, " Identical twins with non-identical outlook towards life. They look alike yet so different". And the grandma vanishes through the roof in resignation.
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