Contact Us      
         Join today or login
You are using an outdated version. Writing will not be shown properly in many cases. Click here to use the current version.


New Here?
Sign Up
Fast! Three Questions.

Already a member?


One Line Poem
Deadline: Today!

20 Word Poem
Deadline: In 3 Days

New Arrival Flash Fiction
Deadline: In 6 Days

Loop Poetry Contest
Deadline: May 5th

Rhyming Poem
Deadline: May 7th


Poet: None
Author: None
Novel: None
Votes: None

 Category:  Biographical Non-Fiction
  Posted: April 13, 2020      Views: 136

Print It
Save to Bookcase
View Reviews
Rate This
Make Reader Pick
Promote This



My video teachings are on Youtube under samandlancelot.

"Yangtze River Dolphins" was published in "The Fear Beast & Other Short Stories," by Phyllis Scott Publishing, 2011.

"His Name is Samuel" won an honorable mention in the "76th - more...

She is a top ranked author at the #94 position.

She is an accomplished novelist and is currently at the #32 spot on the rankings.

Portfolio | Become A Fan
This work has reached the exceptional level
A kind little boy
"Kindergarten Break Time" by samandlancelot

When I attended kindergarten at a Catholic school, paid for by my bishop uncle, my favorite time of day was snack time. Every day I followed the other children to the front of the class to get my glass jar of milk. This went on for perhaps one month before a problem arose. A boy in my class had not gone up to get his milk before, because he hadn't wanted it, so there was always an extra left over for me. I didn't know parents had to pay for their children to have milk during break; I simply followed what everyone else did. But, this day the boy had wanted the milk his parents had paid for, and the teacher was short one bottle. Upon investigation, the boy revealed he had not wanted his milk before, but today he did. When the teacher checked her records, I was the only student whose parents hadn't paid for the milk. It wasn't free.

When I arrived home from school, I begged my mother for the money to bring to school so I could have my milk, like everyone else in the class. With nine children to support at the time, she simply didn't have it to give. I hated school. I hated break time, I hated being poor, and I hated my parents. I pouted and was miserable as I sat in my seat and watched every student in the class go up to the teacher and get their milk, except for me.

After several torturous days, the little boy whose milk I had enjoyed before, walked over to me and gave me his milk. I was so happy. I looked at the teacher, and she said it was okay. That day I drank the best milk I ever drank in my life.

The next day, I assumed I wouldn't get milk again. I watched as everyone else went to get their milk from the teacher. She told the boy to come get his milk, and then she told me to come get mine. Someone had donated the money to pay for my milk, and I could have it every day from then on. The giver was anonymous, and it was not my parents. Whoever it was, I never forgot their kindness for a poor little schoolgirl who liked her milk at break time. And I never forgot the kind and generous little boy.

True Story Contest contest entry

Author Notes
My family photo, probably taken in 1963. I'm the one on the far left.
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

Share or Bookmark
Print It Save to Bookcase View Reviews Make Reader Pick Promote This
© Copyright 2016. samandlancelot All rights reserved.
samandlancelot has granted, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.

You need to login or register to write reviews.

It's quick! We only ask four questions to new members.

Interested in posting your own writing online? Click here to find out more.

Write a story or poem and submit your work to receive reviews on your writing. Publish short stories on our book writing site and enter the monthly contests. Guaranteed reviews for everything you write and you will be ranked. Information.

  Contact Us

© 2016, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Statement