On Sunday afternoons Grandmother sent her down to the drawing-room to have a “nice talk with Father and Mother”. But the little girl always found Mother reading and Father stretched out on the sofa, his handkerchief on his face, his feet on one of the best cushions, sleeping soundly and snoring.
Glida: 2
I'm going to beat you up for this!
Oh no,no,no,no!
But it was for your b-b-birthday.
Sit up properly and hold out your hands. You must be taught once and for all not to touch what does not belong to you
Kezia decided to make a pin cushion for her father's birthday. She wondered what she could stuff it with and wandered into her mother’s bedroom to search for some scraps. There, she found numerous sheets of fine paper; she accumulated them, tore them into small pieces and, stuffed the pin-cushion case, and then sewed the fourth side.Those papers were actually her father’s great speech for the Port Authority.
Glida: 3
What’s the matter? Another bad dream?
Oh, my head’s on your heart. I can hear it going. What a big heart you’ve got, Father dear.
Kezia realised that her father was usually cranky every day for the hard work he did to earn a living for his family and was too tired by evening to come and play with her. After that day, the little girl honoured, loved and cared for her father as much as she loved her grandmother and mother.