The Gift
It was the night before Christmas. All the houses
were decorated with lights and reeds, bells and flowers and not forget
Christmas trees! William sat near the window playing with the buttons of his
shirt, his eyes shined hazel in the light of the fire, from the fire place
below the mantle.
“Will! Will…have you packed the presents?”
Asked Mr. Heronoald, the owner of the house William lived in. William
Carstairs, young gentlemen of 16 years. He worked as a servant or rather a care
taker for James Heronoald. James or Jem was the son of Mr. Mrs. Heronoald. Jem
was a small boy, 10 years of age.
Tonight was Will’s last night with the Heronoalds,
because Mr. Heronoald was shifting to China with his wife and his son. Will had
been working for them since 4 years. He had to leave school because his parents
died in an accident, when the poor boy was only 11 years. That’s when Mr.
Heronoald found him. He gave him food and shelter and encouraged him to
continue his schooling. Mr. Heronoald had always helped him financially and
morally. Mrs. Heronoald was no less than a mother to him. Will had always been
protective about Jem. He loved him as small brother.
Over these years Will had developed a special
bonding with the Heronoalds, though he was their servant…they never treated him
like one. The thought of going away from them was very agonizing. Sometimes the
horror of this thought threatened to overwhelm him and plunge him down into a
bottomless darkness from which there was no return. Will wondered about how he would
live his life without the Heronoalds. Mr. Heronoald had already arranged a
small apartment for him and a job to earn his living. But, he was going to miss
something very important in his life…now he would not have to clean and polish
Mr. Heronoald’s coats…he would not have to drop and pick Jem from school…he
would not have to look after Mrs. Heronoald’s rose garden…now there would be no
one he could play with, no one to trouble him, no one who would give him hand
knitted sweaters every winter, no one who would help him in his studies…
He just sat by the fire… though it warm in the room
he felt peculiarly cold, he was pale with moist eyes…soon all these memories
rolled down his eyes in the form of tears. He heard someone clomping down the
stairs, he quickly wiped his tears off his face and took on a stoic expression,
while the Heronoalds came down for dinner.
The room was well decorated with lights, flowers,
bells, the Christmas fragrance of the candles filled the room…it was all Red
and merry and vibrant!
But, they all seemed impassive, the dinner went on
without a sound… all of their hearts were filled with sadness and agony, Mrs.
Heronoald could not hold back her emotions but, she just winced…Jem and Will
had dinner together in one plate…Mr. Heronoald just smiled at them.
No one slept well that night…the night seemed cold
and long, Will knew this will end at some point and then the rising sun will
mark the departure of the Heronoalds from his life…
The next morning Will waited patiently at the
entrance, to bid his last good bye to the Heronoalds. The Christmas morning,
was the morning where Will usually got his gifts from them…but, today no gift
could bring him that joy which would help recover his deep sadness. Mr. and
Mrs. Heronoald walked out wearing gray and black. Jem was dressed in a navy
blue shirt and light gray trousers. “It’s time for your gift, Will”, said Mr.
Heronoald with a smile, Will managed to smile a little. “I and Rose have
thought about your gift a lot, and we came to the conclusion that…” he stopped
abruptly… “Your coming with us Will car!!!” echoed a cheerful voice, which was
none other than Jem!
Will was overwhelmed with joy, his happiness had no
limit! It seemed as if everything was perfect and was going to be even better
than before… “Come join the family my son!” said Mrs. Heronoald with the
biggest smile she could give! And pulled all of them in a warm family hug…
This was possibly the best gift ever…the greatest
gift anyone can get… a FAMILY! You know, that they will always be there for
you, no matter what…they support you in your bad times and celebrate with you
in your good times! A gift you treasure forever…your family :)
-Gauri Kadam