The Weight of Pennies

The flickering lamp cast long shadows on the threadbare rug, its meager glow highlighting the worry etched on Mama’s face. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of yesterday’s dinner and unspoken anxieties. Ten-year-old Clara clutched her worn teddy bear, its fur matted with love and silent tears.

Across the table, Papa sat hunched, a storm brewing in his eyes the color of weathered oak. Numbers danced on the crumpled paper in his hand, a cruel ballet mocking their empty cupboards. He, a man who once dreamt of building empires with his bare hands, was now defeated by the invisible tyrant called “budget.”

The American Dream

In this land of opportunity,
Where dreams are made and hopes run free,
There stands a man, his heart ablaze,
With visions of success and fame’s embrace.

His name is etched in gilded halls,
His fortune vast, his empire sprawls.
But truth be told, a tale unfolds,
Of secrets hidden, never told.

The Emergency Fund

Hundred dollars in his shoe, Just in case of emergency. A taxi, should she tell him It was time to go.

He kept it there, a secret,
A small insurance policy
Against the unknown.

He didn’t know what might happen, But he wanted to be prepared. He had seen too much, Too much loss and pain.

He knew that anything could happen, that life was fragile and unpredictable. So he kept the hundred dollars, Just in case…