The Bread And The Cookies

The Bread And The Cookies

A Story by Martiya Daman
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When Mary realizes that Harry the neighbor does something with the cookies and breads Mary gave him, she becomes mad and stops being his friend. What happens afterwards? Everything inside this story!

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Once there were two neighbors named Harry and Mary. They were adults and friends. Mary would bake bread and cookies every day and packed them. She would go to Harry's house, ring the doorbell and give him the food. Harry would always say, "I will keep it in the fridge and eat it at lunch". One day, it was evening. Harry came to Mary's house and said 'My family went somewhere. So, can you come to my house?" "Sure!" Mary replied. So, they trotted to his house and had tea together. 'Can I explore your house?' 'Yes, you can.' Harry said calmly. Mary explored the house. But she got hungry. So, she checked the fridge and saw the food she had gave were untouched. She was shocked but, didn't say anything. So, she quickly ate the apples and went home when Harry's family came back. It was night. Oh... Dark and silent. Mary was trimming her rose bushes at this time because she couldn't do it at the evening. She heard footsteps from Harry house. She looked through the gaps of her fences and saw Harry going outside with the food. He went the opposite direction of Mary's house. Mary started following him and watching through the bushes. In a distance, she saw him giving the food she made to poor who were about to sleep hungry. She was shocked and red. The next day, Harry waited outside his house for the bread and cookies. But she didn't come yet. It was already afternoon. He went to her house when she was eating the bread and the cookies. She said "If you don't eat the bread, what is the need of taking it? You just give it to useless people, and I work so hard on this. I am no longer your friend." Harry was taken aback, and he stammered "I am sorry to make you sad, I didn't mean it. I can explain" Mary crossed her arms and said, 'No, I trusted you! I want no explanation' Harry sighed and said softly, “Mary, I didn’t want to tell you this because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But those ‘useless people’... they’re not useless. They’re families who lost everything in a fire last year. I see them every evening, and I can’t bear to see them starve. Your bread and cookies�"they’re the only thing keeping them going sometimes.” Mary anger melted into confusion and said, "Why didn't you tell me this?" He replied, "I didn't want to anger you; I am sorry if I didn't appreciate your hard work." Mary sat silently, her heart heavy with guilt. She hadn’t known the whole story. “I... I didn’t realize. Why didn’t you just say something?”

Harry gave her a small, sad smile. “I didn’t think I needed to. I thought you’d understand that kindness has many paths.” After a long pause, Mary stood up. “Harry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have judged you without knowing the truth.” Harry shook his head. “It’s okay. But only if you’ll keep being my friend... and my baker.” Mary chuckled and said, "Okay, how about I join you?" After that day, they would deliver bread and cookies to the poor.

Mary realized that baking was more than food, it was hope.

And Harry? He realized sharing the truth is the best gift.

© 2024 Martiya Daman


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Martiya Daman
Yes, you can tell my mistakes and grammar.

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A very finely crafted narrative with a great moral for the reader! Never be judgemental and always be truthful. You are a great storyteller, Martiya! I so enjoyed reading this wonderful story! Thank you for sharing it with me...

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Martiya Daman
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Greater Noida West, Uttar Pradesh, India



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