| Source: Children Come First http://www.childrencomefirst.com/goodintentions.shtml Contests It was not that Sam didn’t appreciate his mom cooking a nutritious meal. Mrs. Dartberry, the lawyer Sam had hired, said almost apologetically to Sam’s father. “However, to quote my client’s words…they’re inedible.” The chair that held Sam’s stiff little six-year-old body felt as hard and cold as concrete. His heart was beating so fast it frightened him. With a shaky hand he pushed up his glasses that were sliding down his tiny nose and continued staring at his feet. What would his father think of him? Could he ever look him in the face again? His father slowly began to shake his head and try as he might he could not hold back the tears that rushed from his sad eyes. His mind was flooded with frightening images of slimy sardine sandwiches, tofu rolled in oats, strained peas and broccoli with a side of dried figs and prunes; meals from his wife. Sam’s father looked into his sons eyes. Sam knew instantly that his idol had felt as tortured by these dreadful dinners as he did! Together they signed the legal document vowing that Sam’s mother, though a good woman, would never again be allowed near the kitchen. © 2007 Laura Ripes. Original for CCF (Ripes grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology). © 1998-2008 Children Come First. All rights reserved.Top of Page |
