“Big Hands”

He went to the market with his mother. She walked slowly from stall to stall choosing and buying the provisions she needed. When they got to the lady who sold plums, his mouth watered because the plums looked luscious. He was about to ask his mother to buy some, but she and the vendor suddenly started to converse. They seem to know each other so he stood quietly.

The vendor then asked, “Is this young man your son?”

“Yes, he is my son. His name is Michael.”

“Hi Michael. Take some plums.” He did not move from where he was standing and she kept insisting. The vendor then turned to his mother, “Michael doesn’t like plums?”

“He does. I don’t know why he is acting shy.”

The vendor took up a handful of plums, put it in a bag and handed it to him. He told her thanks then he and his mother moved on, but she whispered, “Why are you so stupid Michael. The lady told you to take some plums and you stood there refusing to take it. That was so embarrassing.”

“Why are you embarrassed? Her hands are bigger than mine.”…