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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Family
- Published: 12/06/2021
The Potato Preface
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“Please get out the plates, Amalia, and set the table” said mother. Amalia had just finished writing in her journal and drawing sketches of the beautiful wildflowers growing in the field behind their cottage. She had struggled with the violet of the vibrant blooms as her art colors only contained a few hues. Her parents had saved for months in order to buy her the kit for her birthday. It was basic but Amalia was thrilled and grateful to finally have colors.
“Are we having potatoes again?” Amalia asked. She was incredibly hungry but the thought of another potato just disheartened her. “Yes,” mother replied as she carefully sprinkled salt onto the freshly picked and boiled potatoes. “Can we at least put some pepper on it?” Amalia asked. “Your father had to spend our last pennies on kerosene for our lamp so we could have light now that it is darker earlier” said mother. “There’s some green onion in the back yard if you want to go get some,” Grandma said. “Ok,” Amalia chirped and leaped out of her seat to go pick some. She came back with a few strings of freshly picked green onions. Her parents and grandparents were already at the dinner table, sipping some tea.
As she took her seat her grandma asked her, “Would you rather have a chicken or a duck for Christmas dinner?” “What do you mean? I don’t think we can afford it” she replied. “We are spending our yearly savings on some meat for the holidays,” said her dad as he forked into some potatoes, a big grin on his face. “I have been putting aside some pennies each month so that we could have a wonderful Christmas meal.” “Last time we went to the town market I spent some money on flour so we can make bread,” said mom jumping into the conversation. “There’s some squash in the backyard that I can go pick,” said Grandpa as he collected the plates. “I think we worked hard enough this year to deserve a Christmas dinner,” said Grandma as she polished off her tea.
Amalia quickly stuffed the rest of the potatoes into her mouth and went to wash the dishes. Was this really happening? Were they really going to have a Christmas dinner or was she just dreaming? Then, she had a thought that was almost too hopeful. “Grandpa, do you think Santa is going to come this year since he didn’t come for the past few years.” Her parents and grandparents grew silent. For a minute the house was quiet. Finally her Grandma spoke up “I think the meal is our gift Amalia.” “Ok,” she shrugged and continued scrubbing the plates.
By this time the sun had completely set and it was pitch dark outside. Feeling a wave of tiredness come over her, Amalia said her goodnights and climbed into her bed. As she lay there, thoughts of excitement filled her head, and visions of a Christmas dinner with more than just potatoes, lulled her into a deep slumber.
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Shirley Smothers
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