The Time Piece--contd
by Subhadeep Bandyopadhyay
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He took the briefcase which he always carried in his left hand and walked towards the expensive car, which he drove himself. Perhaps the secretary would find the resignation letter he had carefully typed taking care of the typos and left at her desk. So she would find it at the earliest instant.
As he drove the car, he again became a prisoner of the past.
“Whom would you love more, me or your daughter? The wife had asked.
“But how can you be so sure that it will be a daughter and not a son?” he had replied
“If it not a son will you love less?”
“I don’t love gender but the actual people.”
As he was coming back he stopped by the orphanage, beside an old church. The chit chat of the young hearts brought the pleasant smile he was famous for in his youth .
Mr. Miller met the caretaker of the orphanage and made a very unusual request “May I get a job in the orphanage, my late wife also loved the kids very much. Perhaps this would be my way of paying back her devotion…though……….” “
“Why not, who doesn’t know you Mr. Miller, the organization is yours sir!”
When Mr. Miller returned to his house Dorothy came up with the same old request, anticipating the habitual non affirmation from papa
“when are we going to grandpa’s house?
“We will surely go, but first we will meet your new friends at the children’s home and I will have ample time to share the joys with all you guys. And I believe you will be more than pleased to meet them.”
“Will they become my friends’ papa?
“Why not your mama always said best friends are best because you love them forever and they know how to return our love. Surely they will become your best friends dear!”
“Then I will give them this gift!”
As Mr. Miller opened the gift, to have a look, it was nothing but a small time piece indicating it is never too late to take care of those who need you and gently influence their lives for the better. ****