The Lesson of Patience

    By Evolving Gems

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    17 Nov, 2024

    Ada was a young girl with long black hair that cascaded down her shoulders, her eyes reflecting the vibrant African landscape outside her window

    Her mother, Mama, had just returned from a visit to Uncle Jide, who always brought gifts wrapped in mystery and delight Today, it was a box of sweets, the kind that Ada adored.

    The sun filtered through the curtains, casting playful patterns on the floor as Mama placed the box of sweets on the table "Here, my dear, have a few

    We shall save the rest for later," she said, her voice gentle yet firm Ada's eyes widened with desire, unable to understand why she couldn't have them all at once.

    Ada's frustration bubbled over, her small hands clenched into fists "But I want them now!" she insisted, her voice rising

    Mama shook her head, maintaining calmness amidst the brewing storm "Patience, my child, is a virtue," she replied, hoping to instill wisdom in her daughter.

    In a flash of anger, Ada swept her arm across the table, sending a cherished flower vase crashing to the floor The room fell silent, the sound of shattering porcelain echoing like thunder

    Ada was too upset to notice the consequences of her actions until she felt a sharp sting in her foot.

    Ada looked down to see the glistening shards scattered across the floor, a vivid red blossoming from her foot

    The pain was immediate, but it was the sight of her mother's disappointed face that hurt the most Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized the impact of her temper.

    Mama knelt beside her, gently tending to the wound, her touch soft and forgiving "Let this be a lesson, Ada," she whispered, her voice full of love and understanding

    Ada nodded, her anger replaced with remorse "I'm sorry, Mama

    I will try to be patient," she promised, embracing her mother tightly, the box of sweets forgotten but the lesson learned.

    Ada was a young girl with long black hair that cascaded down her shoulders, her eyes reflecting the vibrant African landscape outside her window. Her mother, Mama, had just returned from a visit to Uncle Jide, who always brought gifts wrapped in mystery and delight. Today, it was a box of sweets, the kind that Ada adored.
    The sun filtered through the curtains, casting playful patterns on the floor as Mama placed the box of sweets on the table. "Here, my dear, have a few. We shall save the rest for later," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. Ada's eyes widened with desire, unable to understand why she couldn't have them all at once.
    Ada's frustration bubbled over, her small hands clenched into fists. "But I want them now!" she insisted, her voice rising. Mama shook her head, maintaining calmness amidst the brewing storm. "Patience, my child, is a virtue," she replied, hoping to instill wisdom in her daughter.
    In a flash of anger, Ada swept her arm across the table, sending a cherished flower vase crashing to the floor. The room fell silent, the sound of shattering porcelain echoing like thunder. Ada was too upset to notice the consequences of her actions until she felt a sharp sting in her foot.
    Ada looked down to see the glistening shards scattered across the floor, a vivid red blossoming from her foot. The pain was immediate, but it was the sight of her mother's disappointed face that hurt the most. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized the impact of her temper.
    Mama knelt beside her, gently tending to the wound, her touch soft and forgiving. "Let this be a lesson, Ada," she whispered, her voice full of love and understanding. Ada nodded, her anger replaced with remorse. "I'm sorry, Mama. I will try to be patient," she promised, embracing her mother tightly, the box of sweets forgotten but the lesson learned.