Max yawned loudly and slowly pushed himself up on his bed.
"Anne? Have Mum and Dad gone to work already? Did they leave me anything?" he called.
His babysitter for at least five years, Anne was one of the people he was most close to.
"Yes, sweetie, they've already left. They said to tell you that they would be back in the evening. Cheer up," she replied, putting her head around the doorway.
He smiled cheerfully at her though he was quite disappointed inside. His parents were shipping directors at the company Garrett's. He knew that they were very busy people and all but couldn't they take half a day off for their only son's birthday?
Yes, it was Max's birthday and he was expecting a whole lot of people to call up and wish him, the majority of them his parents' colleagues whom he had never even had a proper conversation with. He was also very sure that he would recieve a huge load of presents, from family and friends of his and his parents' colleagues.
Slowly swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he looked around his massive bedroom. His wooden desk and chair had been polished until they shone. His wallpaper was a bright, sky blue painted with all sorts of birds which seemed to be flying toward his wardrobe which was so big that its top touched the ceiling. The room decor had not been his choice; his mother had decided it based on her interests.
After he finished brushing his teeth with his top quality toothbrush and toothpaste, he walked downstairs to the dining room. Seating himself at the dining room, he suddenly realized that there was no trace at all of his parents ever sitting down at the table and eating. This was thanks to the maids, he supposed, and began to wolf the food on the plate in front of him.
The bacon was fried perfectly, the sausages were just how he liked it, and his omelette had that slight taste of tomato which he loved, all as usual. Sipping the freshly squeezed orange juice in front of him, he wondered how much more perfect it would have been if his parents had been here with him.
"Max! Max! Remember you have your play date after this? You must get ready!" Anne yelled from somewhere upstairs.
Max sighed inwardly. His 'playmate', as Anne would say, was a stuck-up boy who liked to play pretend with toy soldiers and clockwork toys. He ran up the stairs to change into his formal clothes. It was only going to be for two hours after all.
After he had changed into a simply awful white shirt with a supposedly smart blue suit, he decided to go to the living room to wait for his tiresome guest. His mother had chosen this playmate of his. If only she knew her son's interests. His parents treated him a lot like a gimrack; giving him things, dressing him up well,making his life perfect. In other words, his parents gave him everything but time.
"Anne? Have Mum and Dad gone to work already? Did they leave me anything?" he called.
His babysitter for at least five years, Anne was one of the people he was most close to.
"Yes, sweetie, they've already left. They said to tell you that they would be back in the evening. Cheer up," she replied, putting her head around the doorway.
He smiled cheerfully at her though he was quite disappointed inside. His parents were shipping directors at the company Garrett's. He knew that they were very busy people and all but couldn't they take half a day off for their only son's birthday?
Yes, it was Max's birthday and he was expecting a whole lot of people to call up and wish him, the majority of them his parents' colleagues whom he had never even had a proper conversation with. He was also very sure that he would recieve a huge load of presents, from family and friends of his and his parents' colleagues.
Slowly swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he looked around his massive bedroom. His wooden desk and chair had been polished until they shone. His wallpaper was a bright, sky blue painted with all sorts of birds which seemed to be flying toward his wardrobe which was so big that its top touched the ceiling. The room decor had not been his choice; his mother had decided it based on her interests.
After he finished brushing his teeth with his top quality toothbrush and toothpaste, he walked downstairs to the dining room. Seating himself at the dining room, he suddenly realized that there was no trace at all of his parents ever sitting down at the table and eating. This was thanks to the maids, he supposed, and began to wolf the food on the plate in front of him.
The bacon was fried perfectly, the sausages were just how he liked it, and his omelette had that slight taste of tomato which he loved, all as usual. Sipping the freshly squeezed orange juice in front of him, he wondered how much more perfect it would have been if his parents had been here with him.
"Max! Max! Remember you have your play date after this? You must get ready!" Anne yelled from somewhere upstairs.
Max sighed inwardly. His 'playmate', as Anne would say, was a stuck-up boy who liked to play pretend with toy soldiers and clockwork toys. He ran up the stairs to change into his formal clothes. It was only going to be for two hours after all.
After he had changed into a simply awful white shirt with a supposedly smart blue suit, he decided to go to the living room to wait for his tiresome guest. His mother had chosen this playmate of his. If only she knew her son's interests. His parents treated him a lot like a gimrack; giving him things, dressing him up well,making his life perfect. In other words, his parents gave him everything but time.
This was such a sad piece to read but again, very well captured. The mundane and routine things that make up a poor little rich boy's life are so well done. You really feel for the child as he talks about the lack of love and the abundance of wealth in the house.
ReplyDeleteWhy, Damita, you are turning out to be a very fine writer, my dear :)
Thank you Aunty for your kind words!
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to be a little more descriptive than in my other pieces so I decided to make it about a rich little boy.