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A Surprise.

Not like other days I am at the window.

I am waiting for my son who is on the way home.

He is bringing a surprise for me.

Told me over the telephone with hush-hush.

I was excited and was waiting for him.

Four buses came and went but he was not seen.

Thousand things I imagined as surprise.

I called him again he said just wait a little.

Then my patience broke how long to wait.

The door bell rang, it was our maid.

Then came my son with a smile.

The surprise was a ceramic wok.

“I love you Ma.Tomorrow you fry potato and fish in this”.

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