Rose Pais

She sits in our hallway with one paw on the other and looks around at us hurrying with our busy lives racing against time with a look on her face that says “People, is my breakfast ready or do I have to whine?” Irrespective of the hundred warnings asking her not to use the couch, or the bed, and not to enter the kitchen she would still majestically walk and sit around like it was her grandfather who built the house for us. We still remember the day when she looked like a white fur ball. One would want to roll her on the floor, rub her softness against your skin, and those eyes and black shiny nose that looked like a black button on a white sweater. No matter how many slippers were chewed upon, and the in-numerous oasis of Pee around the house we would never want to harm that innocent button nose. Everything was forgiven and we all would go “awwwww” with her every yawn, chew and bark. We had spent a lot of money on her chew toys, yet she found the edges of our dining table...

It was the first day of my driving class. 6:10 AM, Monday July the some date. I had not woken up that early for a long time. I wanted COFFFEE. I could not prepare as I was ten minutes late on my first day of the driving class. I was not excited at all. I imagined it was a piece of cake. I wanted my coffee. My husband joined me. That moment it felt romantic. Aww how sweet, you’re joining me on my first driving class. blah blah blah. Little did i know, i would regret this thought for the next ten days of my driving class. The car sure was not dusted for years. For the cleanliness maniacs that we were we felt learning it in our own car would have been good. I was feeling too uneasy just looking at it. The teacher opened the door for me. It would have been a classy look had it been a Limousine. It was an old rusted santro something.... like I care. I got in, the Trainer got in. My husband didn’t want to miss the fun; he hopped in at the back seat too. "On the first day I ...