[SIZE="5"]Hi. It's me again! I hope you like the new part of my stopry but to tell the truth, I'm still waiting for your stories. I won't lose hope until I recieve them.
The Favourite Child
[SIZE="4"]"Lonely again. I should be used to the feeling of loneliness. I have been alone since the day I existed. My father never took notice of me and Jimmy feels bored around me. Maybe that is because I am not as lively as Jimmy. I wish I could be as strong as Jimmy instead of being a boy made of ash, as my father says. He seems like a stranger to me because he never speaks to me. No, let me correct this information. He did speak to me but said one simple sentence, keep quite you little bunsh of thin bones! I wonder why he was so angry. All what I did was asking for a book like that he brought to Jimmy. I know that Jimmy will not read it. He is not interested in geography while I like it very much ".
[ Little Richy was reading silently in a quite corner of the living room where he hoped not to be seen by his father. "Richy, dear", called Mrs.Slim as she came into the room. "Do you feel alright to sit in this corner?"
"I am alright, Mrs.Slim".
"I am not sure that you are saying the truth. You were sick last night from crying so much. You're father should have been more gentle".
"It is alright. I should've been stronger and not weak to cry over anything my father says".
"Still, he didn't have a reason to be angry. He never yells at Jimmy!"
"That is because Jimmy is not weak like me. He can go hunting with father or tame the horses with him while I can't. I wish I had a stronger body like Jimmy's!"
"But you have a head better than Jimmy's empty head. You play the piano and the violen beautifully. You can even write fine pieces of poetry".
"I guess so, but all of this isn't comprable to the ability of walking on your own legs and without using the wheel-chair".
Their discussion was interupted by the sound of the main gate opening. "It's father!" Richy said in a shaky voice. "Please, don't give him any hint that I'm sitting here. He won't see me if I sat very still". It was not long befor they heard Mr.Harder's heavy footsteps approaching the room. Richy's heart froze with fear as he watched the tall, broad-shouldered man coming into the room with the usuall hard look on his face. It was hard for him to breath freely because he feared that his father might notice him if he heard his breathes.
"Where is Jim?" he asked Mrs.Slim.
"He went out to play as usuall, Mr.Harder".
"What a shame. I wanted him to see what I've brought him. It’s the whip which he always wanted".
"You know that I'm honost, Mr.Harder. And I'd say honostly that I'd like to beat the spoilt boy with this whip".
"Have you lost your senses, woman?! He is the master after me and I wish he'd be treated respectfully".
"You never said this about young master Richard".
"What is the use of him? I've always knew that this boy was born only to die".
Richard's chest moved faster. He wanted to move the wheels of his chair as fast as possible in order to escape from the room but he feared making his presence noticed. That is why he stayed still.
"He won't die if you gave him more attention!" said Mrs.Slim.
"It's useless to do so, Mrs.Slim. Jim is the one who will live long enough to grow up and handle the matters of the farm and the lands. Richard won't live to accomplish these matters".
They were interrupted by Jimmy who came running into the room, looking as dirty and untidy as he ever had been. He looked as if he had a fight in a mud swamp.
"Good Lord!" cried Mrs.Slim. "What on earth happened to you, Jimmy?"
"It's nothing really!" laughed Jimmy. "I only had a fight with Mike Green".
"Don't tell me that you let him beat you!" cried Mr.Harder.
"No, father. I gave him a black eye".
"That’s my boy! You really deserve the present I've brought you".
"The whip!" cried Jimmy delightfully as he snatched the whip from his father's hands. "Now, I can tame that stubborn horse you brought last week".
"Not so fast, young man", said Mrs.Slim as she cought him befor he runs away. "Not befor you take a bath".
"Do I have to?"
"Otherwise, you won't have any supper".
"Mrs.Slim!" cried Mr.Harder. "I won't allow you to pevent my son from eating".
"Richy!" cried Jimmy, as he broke free from Mrs.Slim's grasp and ran to Richy who was red with anger and shaking with fear. "I didn’t see you!" said Jimmy in complete innocence. "How long have you been sitting here?" Oh, how much did Richy wish to punch him on the nose! How dare he reveal his hiding place? He sat in complete silence. "You should've made your presence known, young man!" said Mr.Harder angerly. He walked towards the shaking boy and was about to shower him with his usual hard words when something happened. For the first time, Richy raised his head and looked into his father's eyes. The looks in his eyes were a mixture of pain and anger and they were enough to make Mr.Harder stand still with a blank expression on his face. Richy, silently, turned the wheels of his chair and left the room, leaving everybody in a shock[/SIZE
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