Pawpaw: A Short Story

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As I slowly climbed the long, steep staircase, the only sound was my labored breathing and the mournful creak of the wooden stairs. A terrible sickening fear came over me. This was a place where has the dirty wall of spider web; the cement floor without tiles; the unstable water temperature of the bathroom in winter; and the smelly domestic animals in the backyard? This seems like a nightmare to me a few years ago.

However, I gradually fit in this kind of life as a city girl. During these years, I learned all of the house work. In the morning, I get up at 6 and started to prepare the food for chicken and my dog, Pawpaw. I would never learn the techniques of preventing the neighbour’s chicken stealing the food in the city, or how to get …show more content…

Nothing in the barn. I fought with my tears when I stood in that clean empty room. I went back to my room and rolled up myself in the quilt like a couch potato. Finally, my tears dropped down and sobbed quietly. Pawpaw came to my side and gave me a lick just like a comfort when I need it the most. “I couldn’t lose you.” I gave him a big hug tightly. Though I was in a thundering rage, I didn’t pick a fight against them. Instead, I chose to ignore and forget what had happened.


The sun was setting behind low, gray-blue storm clouds. This is the worst day in my life. The sounds of sirens awakened the still roads. A blinking red light from the truck’s turn-signal illuminated our darkened home. I shielded behind the curtain and clenched my fingernails in my palm. You are being put into a cage with a collar on your neck. A stranger took over you and got n his car. I peeked at your figure through the window and bite my lips until you vanished in the corner of the street. The world went blurred.

Why didn't I prevent while you were being sent? I watched you when your new host put you in the cage. You said nothing. Timidly, with a sort of hurt, hunted looked in your eyes. I wanted them brought to count. My grandparents’ faces are written guilt. I looked back, my face impassive and expressionless. “He would be suitable in the forest. We sent him to a forest ranger,” they said in a calm

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