The Story of an Hour

This story has been modified by me. The original story was written by Kate Chopin in 1894. Happy Reading ^^

It was Richard, her husband’s friend that came to the house at four p.m. in the evening delivering a letter which was shown to Mrs. Mallard about her husband’s death. It was written Brently Mallard as the killed person of the last war. The sad feeling attacked her when she heard about that news. Her sister, Josephine, was there to calm her in this condition. Mrs. Mallard convinced Richard once again and he agreed. She could not keep the truth anymore. She ran into her room and locked herself alone, and not allowing anyone to follow her.

In her room, she was thinking nothing, crying in silence and having a deep thought. What will she be without her husband? The one and only husband she had been waiting to come back home.  She once stared at the opened window and cried again. Josephine was outside her room and knocked her door and made sure she was okay but no answer. Mrs. Mallard was feeling blue, she wouldn’t anyone disturb her sadness. She had been thinking the way to continue her life without her husband, the only thing she can do was doing the house work; do laundry and tailoring. She had made a decision.

Josephine was there when Mrs. Mallard went out from her room.

“You look unwell. Isn’t it?” asked her.

“I’m okay, Jose”. She answered it shortly.

As she was walking down to the cellar and looking for the tools that she could use in order to live her life after this. Josephine knew there was something wrong with her. She kept follow her into the cellar.

“Look, Jose. I can use these tools to work”.  She pointed out two old-buckets and raised the sewing tool she has taken in her right hand. Josephine now understood what she was going to do with that action.

“Alright then, let’s pack these things and bring them upstair”. Smiled Josephine to her sister automatically gave her a strong feeling.

After collecting the tools she can use to do work, she informed the neighbor that she had a new work in order to gain money to live her life. She had a mocked from the neighbor instead of good response. She waited for a day, three days, a week; none of her neighbor came to her house to ask her doing some works.

“What do you expect her toward these work?” said Mrs. Hook, one of the neighbor, to other neighbors when they gathered in the same way.

“Do you think she really needs that job? To do laundry and tailoring?” said Mrs. Kent added.

“Oh you poor Mallard. She could not having fun without her husband”, added Mrs. Steward with her laugh.

She had been working so hard to fulfill her life since her husband had passed away. One by one customer was coming to her house to ask her doing laundry or sewing the small hole in the skirt of their children. One of the special customers was Mrs. Herbora. She almost took her family’s dirty clothes to Mrs. Mallard for cleaning it.

One day, she came with small bag and took it in Mrs. Mallard house.

“Mrs. Mallard, this bag belongs to me and this will be my last order for you,” Said Mrs. Herbora softly.

“but please for this time take these into my house”.

“Sure, Mrs. Herbora, you might wait for several times”. Then, she went out from that house.

Mrs. Millard worked so hard to get the best of her last service for Mrs. Herbora. In the evening, she finished her work and got ready to take the bag into her house. She walked alone to Mrs. Herbora’s house but she felt unfamiliar with this way. She kept walking and arrived at the front of Mrs. Herbora’s house and she knocked the door.

It was Mr. Mallard opening the door and welcoming her with smile. That was five p.m. in the evening since she had a nap in front of their living room and realized that she had a dream.