Little Tia’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree.
She smiled gleefully as she pointed to the open trunk of pattices that lay below the christmas tree. Her mother stared in shock at the trunk full of food. Little Tia’s smile vanished as she witnessed her mother’s face go from white to a shade or red, quite resembling the colour of the hung stockings. Tia did not expect the slap that landed on her face. Mother began screaming at her.
“You fool. If you wanted pattices, I would have made them for you. Why did you wish for them?”
Tia replied in a sobbing broken voice.
“They are not for me. They are for the poor hungry kids that live on the street.”
Her reply was met with another slap on her face.
“You wasted your precious wish on them? What a foolish daughter I have….”
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