A PURSE NOT A CURSE

             I am a small purse made of cloth. I am no bigger than the palm of your hand. At the moment, I am dirty and smelly. But I was not always this way.

          The early part of my life was very good. My first owner was a young lady called Su Lee. She took good care of me. She made sure that my stomach was not empty. I was always filled with both coins and notes. So I was never hungry. She handled me with care and never allowed me to get dirty.

          Then, one day she gave me to her son, Kevin, who is my present owner. Kevin is a dirty boy who seldom washes his hands. He does not take care of me. He leaves me lying around all over the place. I am often dusty and dirty. He seldom feeds me, and even then he only gives me a few coins. Then, he stuffs me into his dirty pocket. I hate being kept in his pocket. It is damp and very smelly.

          I really miss Su Lee a lot. How I wish Kevin would give me back to his mother.