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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Home for Christmas (11/20/08)

TITLE: The Wooden House
By aditi sachdev


Asim Bose was packing his bags this December. It was after three years that he would see his parents again this Christmas. He was a graduate in film studies from the Harvard University and he felt strongly for it. At the same time he felt, this affair had brought him far away from his parents in London.
He had not once called up his parents after getting admission in the university. It was always his parents who would ring him up to which he would reply in 'why do you disturb me?' tone. His mother would tell him sometimes that this attitude of his was hurtful, but never his father.
His parents had come to London in 1999.His father was a cook in some Indian restaurant, whose owner was kind enough to provide them shelter in the night there itself. However when Asim was born, his boss nagged a lot, "Do you think I am a fool …..?Find another place as soon as possible." His dad had pleaded every time to extend their stay just a little with the assurance that he would 'everything possible' for his master.
As Asim returned from the school one day and found the master shouting endlessly on his father, he could not bear it. In his childlike ignorance, he had told his father,"Dad, I want a 'home' this Christmas ……please dad." As a helpless man he had gifted him a toy-like wooden house. Asim was very angry that day-"Why didn't dad understand that I had asked for…..." He never touched that 'house' again.
Years passed by and his dad was a restaurant owner himself. The gradual change was appreciated by their son the most .He had grown up as a brilliant student, who would accept nothing less than the Harvard University. The parents obviously felt proud of their 'well approved by all' son.
This year, her mother had called him up just fifteen days before Christmas and said, "Son, your dad is not keeping well of late….if you would come over this Christmas and see him…."
"I will try mum…..anything else?" and he dropped the phone when his mother spoke no more. He later on decided,'Yes…it's been three years….I must see them this Christmas.'
He could not understand anything (or rather he never wished to understand) when he saw his home filled in with Indian relatives."What is wrong here…."and he could speak no more. He almost pushed his mother against the wall in rage, "Why didn't you inform me………………passed away, when did all this happen?"
"Son, if you really do care, he passed away two days before. You remember that wooden house?"As she pointed to the toy-like thing on the window sill." When he had bought you this…..you were so angry then. He bought this house for us, so that we make 'HOME' out of it. So I think son, that you must be knowing what this house would mean to him without you………………." His mother needn't speak anymore.
In the night he saw that wooden house again and wished he could shout ,'Dad ….I am home for Christmas.'

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Yvonne Blake 11/30/08
Ahh...this is so sad and touching! It would help the reader to leave an extra space in between paragraphs and different speakers. You put a lot of emotion in this. Keep writing.