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Posted 4/3/10 , edited 4/3/10
Short Story by Embie

Look What I've Got

A Young Man, newly married, walked down the street. His young wife walked by his side, her arm through his.

They turned down a sidewalk leading up to a little house; light blue panels, navy shutters, three bedroom, two and a half bath, all appliances included. Right now, the yard was bare; nothing but grass, but with years would come flowers and a little elm tree in the middle.

The young couple walked up the front steps, looking around with satisfaction.

“I think we’ve found the one.”

A second young man walked the same street. The house next door was also for sale. It seemed out of place; it was large, flashy, and all too modern looking.

Five bedrooms and four baths, with all the latest appliances. It also cost about twice as much as the little house next door. The lawn would be cared for by the best gardeners in town.

He stood at the front steps to the house, and looked around, then waved over his own young wife, who stood at the curb waiting.

“This is the one!”

He stood there, beaming, as if shouting to the world, “Look at what I’ve got!”

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A few years later, Two cars pulled into the driveways. Into the driveway of the little house, a functional, practical, used car. Last year’s model, got cheap from a friend.

As the first young man stepped out of the driver’s side door, he smiled.

He walked around the back, and opened the back seat, to make sure the new car seat was secured right.

The young man’s wife, six months pregnant, opened the front door of the house and came out to meet him. The young man reached out for his wife’s hand and took it gently, both with warm smiles on their faces.

The other car, pulling into the driveway next door, was shiny.

Brand new BMW, with all the luxuries. It could go faster than was ever legal, and had more power than would ever be used on these town roads.

The second young man stepped out of the car, beaming, as if shouting to the world, “Look at what I’ve got!”

The first young man watched the second young man waltz to his front step, turn, and raise the key to nose height. He pressed the little button, and the car locked itself, lights flashing twice.

The second young man grinned and went inside, as the first young man and his wife walked in together.

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A few years after that, both houses had activity.

In the yard of one house, where a two-year-old elm tree was spreading its spring leaves, a birthday party for a five-year-old boy was commencing.

The sounds of children laughing, of a puppy barking, and of a few parents talking idly in the background filled the afternoon air.

Presents, cake, a piñata with candy in its belly, farewells and promises to come play again soon.

As the guests of one party left, the guests of the other arrived.

All in fancy night-on-the-town clothing, nearly all with shining cars and fat wallets. There were no children laughing.

The lights in that second, larger house were on late into the night.

The party seemed to shout, “Look at the friends I’ve got!”

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Years again passed. As the old, practical car rolled into the driveway, two children piled out of it and ran up to the house. One a twelve-year-old boy, the other now six years old, with curly pigtails at the sides of her head. They disappeared into the house as their parents lifted grocery bags from the trunk of the car.

Next door, the second man was watching two young men haul out a brand new dishwasher from the back of a rented pick-up-truck. The old one had already broken.

But this one, this brand new dishwasher, had all automatic wash settings known to man. It was faster, better, could hold more dishes that the old one.

It was just one of many appliances he would replace over the years, while the ones in the little house, the older ones made right, lasted longer than the children were in the house. Things weren't made like they used to be.

But no matter to the second man. He stood directing the young men with the washer into the house, shouting to the world, “Look at what I’ve got.”

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After more years have passed, the first man is going through the family accounts, finding out if they’ve got enough for their son to go to college.

He figures, with a little bit of sacrifice, they can make it happen.

The boy has gotten scholarships as well, easing the family’s burden and soothing their minds.

The first man looks up at his wife. Both of them have aged considerably in the years past. And yet she was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He smiled, reached out his hand, and took hold of hers affectionately as they went through what kinds of things they could live without, to pay for their son’s education.

Across the newly placed metal fence, the second man was checking his stock portfolio. He’d invested in Apple years back, and was now reaping the rewards in the form of quarterly dividends, which he spent on new cars, new appliances, new TV and Surround Sound system.

But he sat checking his portfolio alone; his wife had left him years ago.

But he looked at all the wonderful, expensive toys around him and he smiled, whispering to the world, “Look at what I’ve got.”

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It’s been four years, and the occupants of the little house are festive. Once again, the yard in front of the little house has guests and friends and family, laughing and talking happily.

The son, now a college graduate, is standing in his bachelor’s gown and greeting everyone with warm smiles and words. Everyone is so proud of him, and his little sister eagerly awaits her turn to go to college. She’s a junior in High School right now.

The first man shakes his son’s hand, pats him on the back. He’s as proud as he’s ever been of his boy.

The second man was invited to attend the party, but he was already busy with one of his well to do friends. They had been planning on going out golfing today.

The second man swung his club, watched the ball fly. “Look at what I’ve got!” He thought as he gazed at his new club set.

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And after another some number of years, a second car was pulled into the driveway of the little house.

Two little children jumped out, and spotted the now older man sitting on the porch. They ran up to him, yelling, “Grampa!”

He stood and walked to meet them, his arms open wide as he intercepted the two young children, and lifted them up. Soon they would be too big for him to do that any more.

The second man had stepped out of his house to get the paper that afternoon.

Their eyes met, and the first man, for the first time in his life, seemed to shout to the world, “Look at what I’ve got,” as he lifted his two grandchildren high in his arms and his wife, his daughter, his son and his son’s wife gathered around him.

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Nahh i get it teh point ^-^
just dont know HOW to describe it....

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lol I know I know XD
I was just making a comment on your chicken bit |D

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