Question

Write a story that ends with the statement:then I realized it was too late to cry

Answer 1

Step-by-step explanation:

Once upon a time, there lived a cloth merchant in a village with his wife and two children. They were indeed quite well-off. They had a beautiful hen which laid an egg every day. It was not an ordinary egg, rather, a golden egg. But the man was not satisfied with what he used to get daily. He was a get rich-trice kind of a person.

The man wanted to get all the golden eggs from his hen at one single go. So, one day he thought hard and at last clicked upon a plan. He decided to kill the hen and get all the eggs together.

So, the next day when the hen laid a golden egg, the man caught hold of it, took a sharp knife, chopped off its neck and cut its body open. There was nothing but blood all around & no trace of any egg at all. He was highly grieved because now he would not get even one single egg.

His life was going on smoothly with one egg a day but now, he himself made his life miserable. The outcome of his greed was that he started becoming poorer & poorer day by day and ultimately became a pauper. How jinxed and how much foolish he was.

Answer 2

The day of the funeral arrived and there I was standing before the grave stone. It read ‘MARY ROBERT WILSON’. There were lots of people here and I felt uncomfortable. I was only five years old when she died. Back then, nothing made sense. All I remembered was people dressed in black with their heads down and no sound apart from the rushing wind. The woman, Mary, was my mother. It was so long ago, and I was so young that I didn’t know how to react. I just stood there holding on to my fathers hand smiling not knowing that I would never see my mum again. Not knowing that my life was about to change and there was nothing I could about. 10 years later I recall the moment of her death, of her grave and only now... I realised it was too late to cry.