A ghostwriter

 

“Mom, who wrote this?” Malati asked her mother.

“That! That is written by your father” mother said.

“It’s like a lesson from my ninth book. Dad is not a writer, so why did he write this?” ‘Curious’ Malati asked her mother again.

“oh! He has been asked by a newspaper to provide information about himself. His interview will be published in the newspaper.” The mother replied to Malati and went to the kitchen.

Here Malati started reading what her father had written.

Malati was in class ninth. She was known in school as a smart and caring person. Her mother was a housewife and her father worked for a builder.

After reading, Malati got up and took out a pen from her backpack. She opened the pen cap and hurriedly wrote something on that paper. When she finished writing, she quickly put the pen in the backpack. Her mother arrived while she was closing the bag and the mother asked her, “Beta, what where you doing?”

Without saying anything, Malati just shook her head and went out to play.

A long time later, a man came home with Malati’s father.

After the tea, Malati’s father handed over the article to him.

He took it in his hand and at first glance, he saw something written on the top of the page. He showed the text to Malati’s father.

Malati’s father paused for a moment. The frown on his face was gone. Seeing him, Malati’s mother approached him and took the paper from his hand and started reading it. Her eyebrows grew too.

It was a text “Cigarettes and tobacco are harmful to health. My father eats them. Why don’t you tell them not to eat? That’s what I read in your newspaper. I love Dad so much.”