I was in hot water. I could not stop my sister, Jill, from crying. We had been fighting over which television program to watch and in the course of the struggle, I had accidentally twisted her arm.
Jill ran complaining to Mum. Mum was furious as this was not the first time we had fought over trivial things. She scolded me harshly and went to fetch a cane. Cold perspiration trickled down my forehead. I dreaded the thought of having to suffer the painful strokes of the cane. I wished I had given in my sister earlier on.
I prayed for Dad to come home early to save me from Mum’s wrath. Just then, the doorbell rang. Jill went to answer it. We were surprised to see Aunt Polly at the door. She had come to ask Mum to show her how to make some kind of chicken.
Mum then became busy entertaining Aunt Polly in the kitchen and forgot all about punishing me. In the meantime, I apologized to Jill and applied some ointment on her arm. Before long, we were on speaking terms again, Aunt Polly certainly come at the right time. What a narrow escape!”