My 10 years old son texted me. I ignored him. Since I’m in the middle of doing something. Ok, not just doing something. I’m having a meeting. He kept texting me. I’m quite disturbed you know. I’m trying to make excuse. Lucky me.
My boss asked us to take a break for 5 minutes. I went out and immediately read the messages.
“Hi dad, guess what? I just received cheque $30 for my short story”.
“Wow! Congratulations. Good job”, I said. Then I continued, “Hey listen, dad having a meeting here, catch up with you later. Love you”.
The news made me wonder. How he did it. I don’t know he likes to write. Now I cannot concentrate on the meeting. My mind keeps pondering. I need to go home asking him. How he did it?
How come I didn’t notice his talent? He is the writer now. I need to go home. Then I received another message, “Ok, dad. Come home early. I want to show you. This is my third short story published”.
“What the……?”
Around 8.30 p.m, I arrived home. I open the door, went straight to my room. Nobody there. I called my wife.
“Oh! We just finished dinner. I brought Haziq to eat. Celebrating his third short stories published. He can’t wait to show you the story”.
I said, “Ok”.
After taking a bath, I went downstair. I sat on my favorite chair and start to watch television. I need a rest a bit.
Storyteller 