Fig Jam

Fig Jam I was about five years and my sister, Kate, is fourteen years. I have been a constant source of discomfort for her and has always had to hide his personal life, such as books and candy to me. Sometimes I was good enough to follow and place elsewhere, much to the dismay of Kate, of course! Our mother used to take my part: 'It is only a child, is not evil! "Said Kate furious. But Kate was categorical. "If he does it again I'll beat up!" To tell the truth, I was a little 'fear, because it was big, strong and fat, so when I was thin and fragile. I dare not face his mother was not around. She knew me and called it "vile." We were in a constant battle. However, it was not always the winner. There was a time when the mother has lost patience with me and just cried, "Be calm, do not touch the books, listen to me?" Then I was beautiful and kind. But next time, I had the chance to discover a new treasure, I forgot all the good ways and I retued to the property of Kate to do. Sometimes, however, Kate was really enjoyable for me. I did not understand why everything is taken for granted. Like the day when the mother is doing her best beloved fig jam. I forgot to say that Kate was a passionate lover of food, and she had a sweet tooth as well. August is the month of ripe figs, Greece. Each year, the mother used to buy large amounts of figs and the family favorite dessert: fig jam. I was not interested in the jam, not any other jam in the world, but it was Kate. It 'was actually a big fan of cooking mamma efforts. He felt the smell of fresh jam and tried to locate the mother cabinet stored pots. "Do not you dare touch the jam!" Mamma waed Kate. "E 'for the winter." But she gave him a little' flat for your comfort. "This will do for now!" said his mother. Kate sighed, but had to obey. The small jar is empty and soon Kate has tried to find a way to get more. One moing, while her mother was in the garden, Kate found what he wanted: the key to the secret closet where all the jars of jam were retained. He had already opened the closet door and have the jar lid when I walked in the search for the mother. I have seen and is ready to say something, but he whispered: "Go away, now!" I did not. "What are you doing" I asked stupidly, it is clear that what I was doing! "Try this jam, ridiculous. I am testing to see if it is the same as the mother 'gave me. "He said that pushing a spoon in the mouth. "The mother said that should not touch," I said. "A few ants do not do evil," said Kate, his draft spoon into the pot once again. "I'll tell Mom," I said, and is ready to go. "Wait! he shouted. "Try this!" He forced a spoonful into your mouth. "Let's have a secret, we," he says. "I do not jam!" I mumbled with my mouth full. Then we heard footsteps. Kate jam quickly wiped my mouth closed the cabinet and pushed me behind the curtains of green velvet, the living room. "Stay there and do not speak," He ordered. I could not speak in any case with my mouth full of fig jam. I had to swallow in the first place. "What are you doing here?" Mother of the strong voice sounded in my ears. "I'm looking for Lia," Kate replied. "Maybe in the garden," he added. "This is not," said the mother in question. "Lia! began to scream. I finally managed to swallow the sticky jam and replied: "I'm here, Mom!" And I was out of the tent. "What are you doing?" Mom asked. Kate gave me a furious look. "I'm hiding," I confessed. "We were playing hide-and-seek," said Kate. Mom looked at both of us and then shook his head. A few days later, the secret was revealed. It's not my fault. Mom found a half-hour consumed figs and Kate to confess his crime, or the quality of his act. "Leah wanted to jam, I thought that no mind," she defended herself. Mom was surprised. "I did not know that you liked my fig jam! he said. "I am happy to do it! It 'very healthy and nutritious! So, from this day, I had to eat a slice of bread with fig jam for breakfast. At first I felt sick, but slowly I am used, and nicely, I started loving it. I still do it! ---------------------------------- This is a story of Liana and book: Flowers for Women wrote a book by women from around the world. ***************** The author Liana Metal is a writer in Greece. Visit his site for electronic books and writers new website to help authors promote their books.