Growing up with Liza -3

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By C.E. Pereira

Chapter 3 – Liza’s day while her brothers are at school

LIZA always feels bored when her brothers are at school. Her Mummy is busy with the washing, cooking and cleaning of the house. There is no one to play with.

Liza helps her Mummy with two daily chores. In the mornings Liza sweeps the house. But she noticed that her Mummy will sweep the house again in the afternoon.

Everyday at four o’clock she helps her Mummy to pick up the dried clothes and fold them.

After her morning chore, playtime starts. But she finds it lonesome to play by herself. It is so much more fun to play with her brothers.

When alone, she likes playing house. She takes out her mini kitchen set, her baby doll and doll clothes. For a little while she imagines herself being Mummy when she is playing house.

She likes playing school. She cannot wait to really go to school. She already know her alphabets and numbers. When her brothers are studying and doing their homework in the evening, Liza sits with them learning her alphabets and numbers.

But playing school was fun. Liza likes being the teacher in her play school. She has a classroom full of imaginary children.

But her favourite was playing ‘Star Trek’. Liza’s spaceship was the veranda. She’d place the rattan chair at the end of the veranda overlooking the garden. And when she was sitting in that rattan chair her imagination took over and hours of fun followed. She had many exciting space adventures which she never shared with her brothers as she was afraid they would laugh at her.

The time spent alone made Liza create lots of imaginary friends and she had conversations with them. For a time they were as real as her brothers.

Liza’s adventures ranged from being a postman to a scientist. She role-played her characters with vivid imagination. And most of the time she got herself lost in her role-playing. This was way before role-playing books.

Mummy usually had a hard time getting Liza to respond whenever she was role-
playing. This had led to some funny and trying episodes between mother and daughter.

There was one day when Mummy had to go next-door for something. Liza was busy role-playing one of her many characters when Mummy told her that she was going next-door for a few minutes.

As usual Liza nodded her head but Mummy didn’t realize that Liza wasn’t listening.

After some time Liza stop playing her game and started searching for her Mummy.

She couldn’t find her Mummy and started to panic. She unlatched the front door, running outside crying and calling her Mummy. She was becoming hysterical as Mummy was no where to be found.

Luckily, the neighbour heard Liza and told Mummy. It took a while for Mummy to calm Liza down.

The next time when Mummy needed to tell Liza something, she made sure that Liza was listening and not just nodding her head.

Liza was blessed with an active imagination. She never lacked creating adventures and having fun on her own. But she couldn’t wait to start school. She looked forward to having friends to play with.

Just then she hears the slam of the front door and running feet. Her two brothers were home from school. Liza dashes in to meet her buddies and hear of their exciting day at school.

The lone chair that was the seat of adventures awaits in the verandah for its captain to return tomorrow.

Cont: Chapter 4

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Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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