HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION:
A fortnight before the summer break, we stopped taking interest in studies. Everyone of us made an ambition plan to visit some place or the other. But man proposes and good disposes. On the very first day, my mother slipped in the kitchen and broke her ankle. Her whole leg was plastered and she was advised bed rest for three weeks. I had to prepare tea and cook food for the whole family. My friends came to enquire about her health and i had to serve them as well. I kept company with my mother told her stories and tried to make to happy in every manner. The temperature was rising and the mercury had touched 17 F but there was no way out.
My mother could not stand the moist air of cooler so i had to prespire with her. It was not easy to prepare her bed, serve her food and change her clothes. As no male member could help. I had to bear the burden alone. Whenever she was to be carried to the bathroom. I had to be very care full about the plaster on her leg.
Three weeks were over. We had to carry her to the hospital to get the plaster cut. There was long line of patients and we had to wait in the varandah sitting on the wooden bench. It was a real hell on the earth. The patients were crying with pain. Some were taken on stretchers, other could walk with great difficulty. The doctor told us that plaster was to be respeated. How i wish, it would have been my leg so that i could get bed rest the whole day.
My friends wrote from Swat that they were having nice time. My friends described the pleasant weather of Swat and Kalam. I wish, i could fly like a bird and join them. One of my aunts came all the way from Islamabad to enqurie about the health of my mother. Her younger son was also with her. So i had to look after not only my mother and members of our own family but aunt and her naughty son as well. What if there were no vacation...
My mother could not stand the moist air of cooler so i had to prespire with her. It was not easy to prepare her bed, serve her food and change her clothes. As no male member could help. I had to bear the burden alone. Whenever she was to be carried to the bathroom. I had to be very care full about the plaster on her leg.
Three weeks were over. We had to carry her to the hospital to get the plaster cut. There was long line of patients and we had to wait in the varandah sitting on the wooden bench. It was a real hell on the earth. The patients were crying with pain. Some were taken on stretchers, other could walk with great difficulty. The doctor told us that plaster was to be respeated. How i wish, it would have been my leg so that i could get bed rest the whole day.
My friends wrote from Swat that they were having nice time. My friends described the pleasant weather of Swat and Kalam. I wish, i could fly like a bird and join them. One of my aunts came all the way from Islamabad to enqurie about the health of my mother. Her younger son was also with her. So i had to look after not only my mother and members of our own family but aunt and her naughty son as well. What if there were no vacation...
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