"Mummy, when will Papa come back?"
"He must be on his way! It's too late, you eat and go to bed."
Saying this she offered me my silver plate, only to hear,
"No I'll eat only with Papa!"
At 11pm he came back and as a routine gave a gentle tap on my head, and we had dinner together. Mummy ate after us and went to wash utensils. Though no one ever told me what my papa does, but surely he was a very popular and respected man of our village. Our family also had the priviledge to buy anything without giving money in return, unlike common people!