8/5/08

A Short Story

I'm not sure where i got this story. Its been sitting in my hard drive for years now. I guess this is one of the forwarded emails i got from my cousin. I love reading his emails, so after reading them, i saved a copy and compiled them, made it looked like a small book, a compilations of forwarded emails from friends and families.



The Prostitute
The daughter had not been to the house for over 5 years. Upon her return, her father cussed her out: "Where have you been all this time, you ingrate! Why didn't you write us, not even a line to let us know how you were doing? Why didn't you call? You little tramp! Don't you know what you put your Mom through??!!"

The girl, c
rying: "Sniff, sniff... Dad... I became a prostitute..."
"WHAT? Out of here, you shameless harlot, sinner, you're a disgrace to this family - I don't ever want to see you again!"

"OK, Dad - as you wish. I just came back to give Mom this fur coat and title to a mansion, a savings account certificate of $5 million for my little brother, and for you, Daddy, this gold Rolex, the spanking new BMW that's parked outside and a lifetime membership to the Country Club...an invitation for you all to spend New Years' Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and .."

"Now what was it you said you had become?"

Girl, crying again: Sniff, sniff "A prostitute Dad!" ... Sniff, sniff .

"Oh! Gee - you scared me half to death, girl! I thought you said "a protestant” Come give your old man a hug..”

1 comment:

  1. I don't know about the prostitute stuff but what I'm about to write is a true story. I'm in on-line home business for sometime now. One of my down-line was then 19 year old college bum. Joined my team and work hard as he could. He inform his parent about his investment. His parents where somewhat proud at first yet the very much skeptical of the prospect, though it doesn't really cost much to begin with but still skeptical to the extreme. After a month that skepticism of his parent turn to worst and more often turn to scolding and sometimes to long errands. Both his parent particularly his father would say stop wasting your time with that computer crap and do something constructive for a change. When my paycheck arrived he would tell his parents about it. Oh yeah! where the heck is yours? his parent's constant answer, the poor boy just sober his smile, hung his heads and just went back to work. Then the his paycheck came , he told me his parent smile where from ear to ear. One time when his mother ask his to go to this lengthy errands. his father would suddenly say. what are you doing asking him for that, cant you see his working...

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