We Will Laugh Last.

I want to be happy. That's all I can see...It was a big table, and they sat around it. The mother and four children. "Where is Daddy?" asked the last child, a sharp female but slightly deformed.

There was no reply. Silence had been crowned, and it has been in dynasty. The third child would muffle while the second child would only rest her head on the table. They had sold the couch they had. They didn't know when "Daddy" would be back. It's been three and a half days. "Mommy, what are we eating? I'm hungry". "Mommy, it's getting late..." "Mommy, can we go to..." "Hush!, Everyone, hush!" "Now, everyone, keep shut and go lie down. Daddy will be back soon, and you'll eat tomorrow. Okay?"

Again, there was silence. It was a commanding silence. There was no reply. She was not expecting any too. But her husband. She would jump to her feet around 2 am when she heard a brisk walk around the window. She could perceive him. It was crude and dust coupled with the sweat that comes from the kind of work that he does. They would hit it big soon. She hopes. Hope Whatever. She would hug him, not minding the smell and the dirt. She would tell him she missed him and that they had not eaten anything throughout the day. She would look at him, and tears would come down like a ball rolling off the slope. 

She would turn her face once he reached out to wipe them, but she would clean them fast and. courtesy, "welcome, my husband." And he would look at her for some seconds without answering. When he would reply, he would bring her close to him and whisper to her, "The better days are here."  "We will laugh last." 

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