A quiet time.

Joe sat down for a quiet time.

"Can you bring me some water?"

"Ok." He goes fetches water for his mother. He goes back and sits down to read again

"Turn the stove off, please."

He goes again. (Phew!)

He is back to sit and read one of those books which he suddenly found interesting and gets even more gripping every time he si called to do something.

"Open the gate", growls dad.

He fetches the keys and opens the gate. then he takes hold of his book again. You might find him lightly gritting his teeth. (Is it bending? Would I need braces?)

He sits with his book, yet again and nods his head from side to side realising his patience wearing away.

"Joe"

He keeps silent.

"Joe . . ."

The voice grows louder. Joe sits where he is pretending to read.

"Joe!"

A feeling of indignation in the voice heard from down stairs.

Silence.

Joe can't read anymore. He keeps the book down and goes to find out what the latest need is.

You can't do only what you like every day of your life. Sometimes, or many a times, you just have to do things you don't like doing. One of the reasons you need to, is that many people did that when you weren't ab;e to do it yourself. There was a lot of sacrifice behind what you are and where you are today.

( I owe it to them. I must.)

Joe's tired. But he'll answer the call, nonetheless.