"Peter, come in. Its going to rain soon." A very formidable looking Mrs Pettigrew came out to the backyard to find her four year old son covered in mud.
"What have you done, Peter?" she said in an exasperated voice. "Now I'll have to wash it all over again. You are simply good for nothing."
Peter cowered in fright as his mother held on to his hand firmly and led him inside the house.
~*~
Never a day went by when little Peter Pettigrew did not wish to run away. Away from his mother. Away from his life. His father abandoned his mother and his little son for another woman in the same village two years ago and Peter never saw him again. It was assumed that he had moved to another village. Though Peter adjusted to this new situation soon, his mother didn't. The happy, smiling Mrs Pettigrew had turned into a bitter woman who didn't even care about her son.It didn't help, either, that Mr Pettigrew did not leave a single penny for them. Mrs Pettigrew had to rebuild her life from the scratch.
~*~
"Never a moment's rest for me," Mrs Pettigrew muttered under her breath, her hand still gripping Peter's very tightly.
"Mum, it hurts," Peter whined, tears welling up in his eyes.
Mrs Pettigrew kneeled down onto the floor and sviveled Peter around so that he came face to face with her.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" she said, mockingly. "Well, you just have to put up with it. Now go and get ready for supper."
"Is it cabbage soup again?" Peter asked in a rare moment of courage but quickly lost his nerve when his mother shot him a baleful glance.
"You will eat whatever is put on your plate," she said, scornfully. "Do you understand?|
"Yes, Mum," Peter answered, his voice barely a whisper.
"Good. Now get going or else I will not hesitate to starve you," Mrs Pettigrew said and marched inside the kitchen.
"What have you done, Peter?" she said in an exasperated voice. "Now I'll have to wash it all over again. You are simply good for nothing."
Peter cowered in fright as his mother held on to his hand firmly and led him inside the house.
~*~
Never a day went by when little Peter Pettigrew did not wish to run away. Away from his mother. Away from his life. His father abandoned his mother and his little son for another woman in the same village two years ago and Peter never saw him again. It was assumed that he had moved to another village. Though Peter adjusted to this new situation soon, his mother didn't. The happy, smiling Mrs Pettigrew had turned into a bitter woman who didn't even care about her son.It didn't help, either, that Mr Pettigrew did not leave a single penny for them. Mrs Pettigrew had to rebuild her life from the scratch.
~*~
"Never a moment's rest for me," Mrs Pettigrew muttered under her breath, her hand still gripping Peter's very tightly.
"Mum, it hurts," Peter whined, tears welling up in his eyes.
Mrs Pettigrew kneeled down onto the floor and sviveled Peter around so that he came face to face with her.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" she said, mockingly. "Well, you just have to put up with it. Now go and get ready for supper."
"Is it cabbage soup again?" Peter asked in a rare moment of courage but quickly lost his nerve when his mother shot him a baleful glance.
"You will eat whatever is put on your plate," she said, scornfully. "Do you understand?|
"Yes, Mum," Peter answered, his voice barely a whisper.
"Good. Now get going or else I will not hesitate to starve you," Mrs Pettigrew said and marched inside the kitchen.
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