"Though being in the poor family, my mother looked Beautiful and a soft teenaged girl.My father was an average looking boy"
I was born in in 1991 in a village of America. My father was a farmer and my mother a housewife. They were not born Americans. In Colonial era in 1918, my father met my mum during his travelling to America. They were unknown to each other. They both were seeking greater economic opportunity and came to the Great America, the Dreamland of many dreamers. Though being in the poor family, my mother looked Beautiful and a soft teenaged girl. My father was average looking guy but being honest, my mother liked him so much.
When I was born, my father was earning few US Dollars. He wasn’t a millionaire may be because he was honest. Earlier he worked for a company in New York after arriving America for USD 560 a month. His boss Donald wasn’t a person of trust. He never felt emotional in the interest of the organisation ever but he always wanted his pocket to be filled with lots of green papers released from Reserve bank. As he was greedy, he had millions of indirect stake in that corporation where my father was working because he did some internal frauds during his tenure.
One day, my father was late to return to home. He was still in office on his table at 09.00 pm and found some daisy noice in his Boss’s cabin. My father went inside of Donald’s cabin, opening his cabin’s door, he saw Donald was with few papers with a light switched off of his cabin. Donald was 6 ft, tallest in the whole office. He was using the torch to see the papers. Curiously my father switched on and Donald was shattered looking at him in his cabin. He immediately asked my father to leave the office and go home, despite of my father pleading him to allow to sit for a while to complete the pending work. He refused and my father came back. He was kind of sad on that day. That day was my birthday and “Pa” brought a new frock for me from ZARA. I turned 9 on that day. We went out for Ice-cream wearing my Pink Frock with Gold plated flowers made on it. I loved that Frock because it was coming above my knee and i loved such short frocks as i saw a Girl of 14′ few days ago wearing the same colour frock while walking with my father to my School. My “mum” said to me “You are looking like a fairy today Sweetheart”. We returned at 11.45 pm. It was late and we went straight to sleep.
In the next morning, when my father entered in his office, set on his desk, he received this letter on the table which was something like this.
“Dear William, we have found you guilty on misleading the accounts of the company and the fraud of 559 millions in the organisation. Organisation terminates your services with immediate effect and bind you with the law of America and sue you on your unethical practices you have done in the organisation.
TO BE CONTINUED….america, beautiful, family, father, girl, manoj, poor, thakkar, zara