short story rewrite-a devoted son
'A Devoted Son' Short Story Ending Rewrite
After completing another long day at his office, Rakesh walked towards his car in the parking lot looking forward to going home even though he enjoyed his being at work as well. He slipped into the drivers seat of the car and placed his bag on the passenger side before placing the key in the ignition. Hesitating, he turned to his bag and rummaged inside, searching for a new medicine he intended to give to his father. Once his hand wrapped around the bottle, he slipped it into the pocket of his coat. He backed the car out of the parking lot and was on his way home. Rakesh thought about his father a lot on during the drive. He hoped his father would accept the medicine, as he was only fulfilling his duty as a son. He owes his father this, and it will be for his benefit, he thought. He also hoped his father would fight to the end as his mother did, his fathers stubbornness is only making it harder for himself, as well as Rakesh and his family. Rakesh continued to justify his motives as the sky-blue Ambassador arrived at the household, interrupting a game of cricket that was taking place in the yard. Rakesh stepped out of the car, all in white, as his children rushed to him. He noticed his father was outside. Rakesh stretched his bag forward as one of his boys came to receive it, and the rest escorted him up the steps. He could faintly hear his wife calling, asking if he would like some refreshments or a snack but ignored her, not even glancing in her direction. Remaining the loyal son he believed he was, Rakesh walked to his father, where he was perched on a bed, staring off into the yellow summer air. His father didn't even acknowledge his arrival. Rakesh took note of the hard look set on his father's face, and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Papa,” Rakesh said, tenderly, reaching to press his fathers feet, knowing he'd appreciate the gesture. Contrary to his belief, his father tucked his feet under himself, continuing to
After completing another long day at his office, Rakesh walked towards his car in the parking lot looking forward to going home even though he enjoyed his being at work as well. He slipped into the drivers seat of the car and placed his bag on the passenger side before placing the key in the ignition. Hesitating, he turned to his bag and rummaged inside, searching for a new medicine he intended to give to his father. Once his hand wrapped around the bottle, he slipped it into the pocket of his coat. He backed the car out of the parking lot and was on his way home. Rakesh thought about his father a lot on during the drive. He hoped his father would accept the medicine, as he was only fulfilling his duty as a son. He owes his father this, and it will be for his benefit, he thought. He also hoped his father would fight to the end as his mother did, his fathers stubbornness is only making it harder for himself, as well as Rakesh and his family. Rakesh continued to justify his motives as the sky-blue Ambassador arrived at the household, interrupting a game of cricket that was taking place in the yard. Rakesh stepped out of the car, all in white, as his children rushed to him. He noticed his father was outside. Rakesh stretched his bag forward as one of his boys came to receive it, and the rest escorted him up the steps. He could faintly hear his wife calling, asking if he would like some refreshments or a snack but ignored her, not even glancing in her direction. Remaining the loyal son he believed he was, Rakesh walked to his father, where he was perched on a bed, staring off into the yellow summer air. His father didn't even acknowledge his arrival. Rakesh took note of the hard look set on his father's face, and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Papa,” Rakesh said, tenderly, reaching to press his fathers feet, knowing he'd appreciate the gesture. Contrary to his belief, his father tucked his feet under himself, continuing to