Jacob and the Cheese
Jacob awoke drearily on that calm Sunday morning to the sound of a mysterious thump coming from inside his closet. He was oddly calm as he opened the door slowly. Jacob’s eyes came to rest on an orange triangular glossy object. His eyes focused, it was a piece of cheese, a perfect piece of cheese. There grew an immense feeling of love for the cheese as he peered at it. That whole morning Jacob sat with the cheese in the closet and stroked it and loved it. He soon began to think about the fun and interesting things he could do with this piece of cheese. A sad feeling overcame him when he realized that he couldn’t think of anything to do with this piece of cheese. So he then decided that he would confront his family on the ordeal.
Jacob became excited when he spotted his sister jumping extremely high trying to touch the ceiling (which is quite impossible for her, but no one tells her this). “You are almost THERE.” Jacob says while sitting down with a serious face on, so his sister wouldn’t think he is lying. She stops jumping with a huge grin on her face and sits close to Jacob, adoring her older brother. “You know, I am going to be as tall as a sunflower when I grow up!” Jacob ignores her comment and explains to her that he found a piece of cheese and he really loves it and wants to know what she thinks he should do with it. His sister seemed really excited about the cheese and tells him to have a tea party with it. Jacob thinks about this idea, but tells himself that cheese can’t drink tea.
Jacob hears rustling in the living room so he skips there to see what’s up. “Why are you up so late JACOB!?” his Father demanded. Jacob just explained how he found the piece of cheese in his closet and was stroking and loving it all morning. His father muttered something about priorities and discipline while opening up the newspaper impatiently. Jacob runs to grab his favorite raccoon puzzle to join his father in his Sunday routine. He has his breakfast, eggs, two strips of bacon, and milk. Next he begins to read the paper by the window, after that he will blankly check on all the flowers in the garden. Jacob’s mother died a year ago, she was the gardener in the family, after she died, Jacobs father felt he must be responsible for the flowers. So he walks around the whole yard every day with his hands on his hips, he pretends to care about the poor flowers that are wilting, touching some now and then, not knowing what to look for. The whole time, he is thinking about his wife and when there used to be love in his house, remembering when he woke up on Sunday morning and would look forward to holding her, both, lazily sleeping in, waiting for their children to come running in and jump on their bed. For some strange reason he never felt he should take over the love his wife shared for their children. Jacob finished his puzzle, and looked up at his father who was indulging himself in the paper. “What should I do with the cheese father?” He raised one eyebrow, barely looking over the paper, and said “Talk about world issues.” Simple. He then began reading the paper again. Later that day… Jacob’s grandma was rocking in her chair very slowly when he approached her; she seemed to be transfixed with the leaves on her ivy plant worrying about whether it was exposed to enough sunlight. He tapped her on the shoulder lightly, afraid to hurt her. She turned around slowly with a tired smile on her face. A smile Jacob knew all to well, one that continued throughout Jacobs’ explanation about how he found the cheese and his puzzlement about what to do with it. She then plainly said, “Play canasta with it dear.” With that same plain dry smile on her face. Jacob knows that he couldn’t play canasta with a piece of cheese, so he disregarded her idea entirely. Leaving his grandmother dryly smiling at his disappearance through the long hallway. She doesn’t turn her head back to the ivy.
Jacob knows that all these ideas are great but he cannot use any of them with the piece of cheese. So he goes back to his room in time for bed. The next morning, Jacob’s family was curious to see what he actually did with his precious cheese so they crept into his room. They opened the door slowly and saw Jacob sitting up in bed, very tired looking, rocking his body. They were all confused until they saw the crumbs on his shirt, cheese crumbs. They asked what in hells name did he do with the piece of cheese, suddenly all caring about its disappearance. He plainly told them; I knew all I could do was LOVE the piece of cheese, I couldn’t have a tea party, discuss world issues or play canasta with it, all I could do was love it. So last night I was all tucked in with the piece of cheese and I kissed it goodnight. I couldn’t help it, it tasted so GOOD, and so I ate it.
The End. How it changed my life:i just wrote it... i am the same....
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