Grandma.

Grandma.

A mature lady of age, sold all she had including her bed and two dishes, went and bought a used car, drove it home. The next morning the car wouldn't start.

 Holding the grandchild's hand, they walked a lengthy way to school, too exhausted and too hot of a day to walk  back.

 Sat down on the sidewalk, and waited all day under the tree near the school.

 On the way back, they stopped by the car lot, the child went inside the air-conditioned office, and asked the comfortable salesman, why did you sell my grandma a lemon?

 The smirking salesman replied, I didn't think the frail woman was going to live another day to tell any one about it.

 Such are the answers of colonizers and war mongers... .


Forgotten Mysticism

Published by Mystic In Your Kitchen