STORYY-BUTCHER

STORYY-BUTCHER

My sister was older than I by ten years.

When I was six, I thought she is an Angel, so pure ad milky white.

She used to do all work, sweeping and cleaning and bringing things, including chocolates for me. She was everything to me-father, mother(whom I d not remember) and brother, whom I wished to have. Father went out in the morning and returned at ten in the night. Sister would eat only after he comes.

She is so soft hearted that she would tell me to wring the neck of the chicken and close her eyes, while I kill it.

Once I went to the butcher, with my sister. He is  strong and hefty, with a long moustache; I involuntarily turned my face away from him. After her purchases,, she was about to return, when the butcher told her to wait. He told me t go away. After her return, sister seemed pensive and remained silent, in spite of my questioning.

The next week, the butcher married her in the Church. I went to live with her; my father too followed.

After a boy was born, I became happy, playing with the kid, which grew up, seeing blood all day long. At twenty, he graduated and then disappeared.

After a month, a boy came and gave my sister a chit and a packet full of money.

Every month this was repeated. After ten years, the money continued to come, with less money.

One day, we saw him in the TV channel; they described him as a dreaded Terrorist. Sister never saw TV again…