The Sunday Snow

“Momma, where are we going?” Paying no heed to my child’s probe, I hurried to drive the car on the daybreak of a snowy day.  I had to drop my son to his grandma’s house; then reach office, as usual, on weekends too. The road was covered with sheets of snow; the vehicles were progressing sluggishly. I wearily reached my mom’s home, my phone rang to query, “Where are you Percy?” “I’m at the right place”, I thought confidently to appreciate a Sunday with family and responded without hesitation, “Was trapped in a jam, Goodbye.”




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