She lit the lamps though it wasn’t dark. She’d prepared all his favourite dishes and had meticulously arranged them on the table the way he liked it. Tonight was special. She was going to see him after so long! She waited patiently while pouring more oil into the lamps to keep them burning. Eventually, the food went cold, the wind blew off the lamps. She hadn’t slept a wink. In the morning, he finally came.
“Son, where were you?”
“I was out with my friends”
“But I was waiting”
“Stop bothering me. I need rest”
He slammed the door shut.
Word count: 100
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