A Light’s Life
Written By: Maya Sharma
First of all, I have a confession to make. I am the only light who is always on, and no one ever changes my bulb. Something must be done. My friends and family always scold me and tell me to be less rebellious, but it really isn’t my fault! It’s people who are too careless about every single thing. But today, I did something different. I am fed up of all of these people bossing me around.
One light said, specifically my sister, said “Fifo, I’m done with this nonsense. You have got to start listening. Out of all of us you, are the only one who doesn’t listen.”
Soon the others started. As soon as my dad took his breath, signaling that he was going to say something important, I shot back.
“Stop, please! You have been telling me this since the first day we moved in this house!”
“Well, why wouldn’t we?” questioned my mother.
“You have never listened to us,” said my father.
A few weeks ago, a new bulb moved in. She had been quiet for the last few days. Her name was Leta.
“I have a question,” said Leta in her quiet voice, “when was the last time your bulb was changed?”
All of the lights said, “Well, don’t you remember! It was just this yesterday!”
“Well, that’s the point. It’s only Fifo who doesn’t get changed,” said Leta, “sometimes bulbs start malfunctioning when they are on for too long, or if they are never changed.”
At that moment, I knew that Leta and I would become very good friends.
Instead of just nodding her off when she wanted to play games, I would invite her to play. She was a very fast learner, and she loved to read. I guess that took up a lot of her free time- but not anymore. We enjoy spending time with each other, even in the dark and gloomy winters.
But one day, a problem arose. My sister’s bulb stopped. She kept flickering, on and off. My parents were certain that she would have to go. Leta was right. She would be replaced by a better, novel bulb.
But which bulb would move in?
My parents didn’t say anything to my little sister. I felt bad for her. She didn’t do anything wrong. If she is going because she is malfunctioning, then I would probably have to go, too. But I haven’t left. So now why are my parents thinking that we would have to go? There has to be another reason.
One day, I saw the owners talking. Leta and I peered in through the creek in the doors.
“A reasonable price for our home. Will $320,000 be sufficient?”said the man.
“What will we do about these bulbs? Should we bring them to California?” said the lady.
“Why of course not. We need new bulbs! These keep flickering on and off. Let the new people have it,” said the man.
“This man has a good acumen for keeping us here,” said Leta.
The next day, I saw a huge bus, it stood conspicuous in the neighborhood.. The children would ride the school bus one last time before leaving. But wait – they just went outside to say goodbye. Two minutes later I see another bus. This one looks like a truck. They loaded all their things and said goodbye. A family walked by the house, touching the soft pine leaves left on the ground. Finally, some attention! This family looked much nicer, waving at us. Nobody ever does that to a house.
Soon I realized that they weren’t just looking at the house. They were going inside, setting all of their stuff.
They were moving in.
Soon, all of the bulbs panicked. We rattled this way and that way. Soon a little girl, named Myna, reassured us that everything would be fine.
“It’s okay,” said Myna, “I’m nice, don’t worry.”
A few weeks later, Myna, Leta, and I are having fun! She even brings us some orange sticks.
But her mom, Mrs.Mary, is very austere. She yells at Myna to do her homework, when Myna already has. And even when Myna tries to tell her that she already has and was completed with extra worksheets, she gets yelled at.change this sentence into smaller sentences
One day, my bulb started flickering.
She puts something on me, and my sister. It looks like some kind of SmartThings device. I wore it, and it felt like someone was controlling me! I started rocking from side to side, frantically.
Myna chuckles, “Don’t worry,” “they help you. I can control all of the bulbs this way,” said Myna.
It was kind of fun. When Myna was playing hide and seek, her brother used to play too. We would keep turning the lights on and off until it was time too go to sleep. Soon, more bulbs joined. I liked too switch rooms everyday so I could meet new people, but I would always take Leta and my sister, Kuri, with me.
And do you know what – our bulbs never got changed! None of us ever have to worry about things like this again.
See you in the next story!