A story with a flavor of oranges

Whenever I see or smell an orange I feel injustice. I have not recognized the injustice from university's books or Divine books, but I recognize it from oranges. I was a little boy lived in a poplar quarter .Our houses were side by side with each other. I saw a little girl carrying some oranges and came to her father who had married again recently. She knocked the door. Her stepmother opened the door .I heard the girl telling her ”it is my father’s birthday “ The stepmother shouted at her”Do not come here again “Then girl was slipped strongly and the oranges scattered everywhere. The girl left with no tears .I took one of those oranges and tasted it. Ever since I feel injustice as soon as I see or smell oranges.

Votes: 0
E-mail me when people leave their comments –

You need to be a member of MyEnglishClub to add comments!

Join MyEnglishClub

Comments

  • Hi tawfeeq,,

    You tasted that? :D 

    Yes, that's life. We can help them as we could. Thanks for sharing. :)

  • noaslpls @ It is saddened to see some better fruits associated with bitterness. Thank you for your nice comment.

    noaslpls's Page
    noaslpls's Page on MyEnglishClub
  • Elen@Bad old memories are deposited in our mind .Maybe we are formed according to theses memories .Yes , I tried .Thank you for your nice comment.

    Elen's Page
    Elen's Page on MyEnglishClub
  • Yes Mishaikh this is life .Thank you for your nice comment

  • We always associate our emotions with things, whether it's sad or happiness. It's sad that a wonderful sweet taste and smell of oranges reminded you of this episode.

  • Oh... It is true that our mind combine things, smells or songs with good or bad things. And you have a bad memory from oranges now... And it is really strong memory. Did you try to overcome it?

  • This is the ugly face of life. Have to face till death.  

This reply was deleted.