Wednesday, September 23, 2015

THE PINK DRESS


Rachael was a sweet little girl who loved her mother a lot. One day her mother said, "You can go with our master and mistress, and buy a dress for yourself."
"But mother, we are so poor. How can I afford to buy a new dress when we barely have enough to eat," Said Rachael.
"I have never bought you new clothes. I have saved some money to buy you a nice dress, my child," replied her mother lovingly.
"You are so sweet, Mother. Thank you so much," said Rachael.
"You go with our master and mistress. Don't keep them waiting, "Said her mother, who was a housekeeper in that house.
"Will I go in the car?" asked Rachael.
"Yes," answered her mother.
Rachael was very happy because she had never sat in a car before. Her father had died and her mother worked as a housekeeper to earn a living.
The master of the house, his wife and their daughter, Angie got ready to leave, and they told Rachael to sit in the car with them.
"Mom, why is Rachael coming with us? asked Angie in an irritated tone.
"Hush child! We have to buy a dress for her," replied her mother.
"How can she sit in our car? She is poor and dirty, Mom," asked Angie.
Rachael stopped smiling and felt hurt when she heard Angie.
"Keep quiet," scolded Angie's dad.
Angie's mother then said, "Don't mind Angie's words, Rachael. You know she is a pampered child."
Now, Rachael felt better and Angie's father drove the car to the shopping area.
Rachael glanced at Angie who looked quite angrily at her. Feeling sad, Rachael turned her head and looked outside.
Soon Rachael had forgotten everything else. She looked around. The city was beautiful. Rachael had never come to these big markets before.
Then the car stopped and they went inside a shop. Rachael was surprised to see such a big ship.
"Rachael, close your mouth or a fly will get in", said Angie rudely.
Rachael exclaimed, "Isn't all this wonderful, Madam?"

Madam smiled at Rachael. Actually, she liked Rachael. Actually, she liked Rachael for she was a very well behaved girl.

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