A Dish Fit for a Peasant
It was August 2, 1955. Today was a very special day for Anton Ego. It was his 10th birthday. For his birthday he had received his first bike. Mrs. Ego had been saving up for it for around 2 years. She knew that her son was a fast learner and would get the hang of his new bike right away. Suddenly the door opened and there stood little Anton with a scraped knee and tears running down his face. Mrs. Ego gave her son a sympathetic look. She grabbed their basket of freshly picked vegetables and started slicing them. After about twenty some minutes she had cleaned up her son and given him a seat at the table. In front of him she placed a bowl of his favorite meal, ratatouille. With just one bite, all of Anton's troubles were gone. His knee no longer hurt and he was ready to give learning how to ride his bike another shot. He quickly finished the rest of his ratatouille and ran outside to play. Mrs. Ego smiled as she saw her son outside. Just Anton happy was all the mattered to her right now.
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Author's Note:
This is my first fan fiction so please no flames. I know that its short, but I may be adding more later.