“Ammu. Ammu. Wherever you are, come back fast or I’ll complain to your Dad.”
I rushed to Amma, my mother.
Just a glance and Amma knew where I was hiding.
The unhusked rice grains on my clothes and limbs made it evident.
This post is part of the WordPress Daily Prompts : 365 Writing Prompts program where the aim is to post at least once a day based on the prompts that they have provided. Today’s prompt is, “Ode to a playground: A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.“