A prodigal son
by Simon Colbeck
Aged 9, my parents rejected my demand to be paid for taking my turn at washing-up. I had read about slavery, which seemed to be my fate. So I packed a bag and left home, for nearly 20 minutes.
I was planning to liveĀ in the woods and never return but I changed my mind when it started raining.
Fortunately my family welcomed me back but the washing-up was still there and I had to do it.
Eventually my parents gave me pocket money. Then they bought a dishwasher.
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