My Dad and the Blackberries
By Asrar Saleh Al-Thubaiti
Ahmed was playing. He had blackberry juice in his hand. While on the staircase, he heard the voice of his father who was coming back from work. Ahmed rushed to the door to welcome his father. He was overwhelmed with joy and was calling “Daddy, Daddy.”
As Ahmed went down the stairs, he tripped and fell off the stairs, so the juice fell out of his hand and spread on the stairs and Ahmed’s clothes.
His father heard Ahmed fall. He rushed to his side. When he saw him lying on the floor with his red clothes, he thought that Ahmed was bleeding. He got very scared and he was so afraid for his son that his heart almost stopped beating.
He rushed to carry his son, and Ahmed was laughing when his father realized that this was not blood but juice. His father was happy. He greeted him and they went into their home.
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