Fistful of happiness
Fistful of Happiness I live in a small town called Woodridge with my Ma (Mother) and my younger sister “miss. Mischief”. Her real name is Nimmi, the reason we named her that is because she is always so spirited and full of mischief. My Ma is the mayor of the town and so we own a very big house that covers the town completely. Ma alone has brought up us as after the death of our father. God gave us everything and we all are satisfied; except for Nimmi. Nimmi yearned for Ma’s love more; she thinks Ma is bias; she (Ma) loves me more than her. I never gave much importance to such talks of her but she tried very hard convincing me with some specific evidence like, she not being in our family picture etc.