Thank you!

One evening, walking on the river side, I picked two pebbles. They were mine, how nice! I held them against my cheek and enjoyed their chillness. Did the same to my eyes. How lucky I was to have them, to own them. I ran home to show my newfound treasures to everyone. My aunt had come and she had brought date fruits. She gave me two of them. Not caring to take them, I hurried to show her my pebbles. She told, "oh, pebbles? Here, have these". How come she didn't understand that these pebbles are so good! I kept my pebbles in my box. I noticed that the box had few other pebbles too, which I had picked earlier. Some of them looked better than the new ones? I didn't care, these were new and mine. I ignored the thought that I might have to throw these away when we shift our house soon, and ran to aunt again.

She gave me date fruits. What were her pebbles? Is it those date fruits or me?

I liked my aunt, for she had brought me something to eat. I put one in my mouth, still looking at my aunt. She was eagerly awaiting my response. I was too shy to thank her. As I bit the fruit, smiling and blushing, I held my cheek in my palms, and told 'aah'. My aunt called my mother, "Hey, look at your son. He was hurt by date fruit, a date fruit. How strong, your son is?". I started thinking of ways to explain my behavior, silently scolding myself why I couldn't find a better way to thank her.