Tears rolled down her sagging cheeks even as she kept rubbing at her already-reddened eyes. The story came out in bits and spluttering spurts, punctuated by little sobs here and there. “Thoday is your birthday this week. I wanthed to make you something very special. I did thoo.” said she, looking my way every now and then as if to make sure I hadn’t gone up in smoke. I nodded. Satisfied, she went on-” you know that good leather folder papa gave you when you passed high school? I drew a birthday card on it- hearts and love and everything. This morning, when i wenth to wrap ith up, ith was full of holes! Ith’s all their fault, bad bad leather-eathers!” she said, shaking her foot at the termites who were having a ball on a nearby rotting tree bark. I gently prised the leather folder she was clutching to her breast out of her grip; all that remained was a childish scrawl at the top-“hi! i’m ___ and i’m completely in love with you!” and a slightly ragged heart at the corner. I was touched. “I love it. It’s fantabulous!” I exclaimed and she shrieked in delight. “I’ll make a good good one for your nexth week’s birthday and i’ll know my name’s letthers thoo then” said she and I smiled.
P.S: Linked to Trifecta Writing Challenge. Do check out this weekend’s theme and the entries at http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/11/trifextra-week-forty-two.html