The bell rang and she entered, Mom… tomorrow I am going to be eighteen. Isn’t it special?
Yes… Yes… Tomorrow you are going to be a big girl. Little did the eighteen year old know that her Mom had been waiting for this day and dreading it as well.
Aww… Mom, that’s so sweet, but however old… shouldn’t I say young I become, your lectures would be never – ending.
“Tomorrow onwards no lectures” announced Mom with tears swelling up her eyes opening the freezer to take out the ever-favourite Butter scotch ice-cream for the apple of her eye.
I can’t take that statement she said looking at her phone. Did you see Dad’s watsapp status, I look so cute… I don’t even remember this pic. He’s the best…. and so are you.
Mom just smiled… and then added “you are the best.”
Of course, I am the best who has the bestest parents she sang with a tone of pride. O…English teacher, forgive my superlative grammar skills in this sentence.
Mom placed her bowl of ice-cream on the table, sat down and sent a message to Dad, “The lawyer said he’ll come early in the morning to read out the will left by her parents, I asked him to join us for break-fast.”
“Les Français font trois repas par jour. Les enfant prennent souvent un goûter après l’ecole.” This is what a french book says. The french take three meals a day. Children often take a snack after school
Here in my part of the universe we have 3 meals, 2 snacks/fruit/salad breaks, 3 tea/coffee breaks and 1 anytime snack.
This is us. And if I miss any of these at the end of the day… I feel incomplete. This is how we are. Food is an integral part of our life. I am saying this on behalf of all the people I know well. If anyone is offended, I switch to I henceforth. ( As If I care)
Food is comfort, food is energy, food is a means of continuing our journey on this planet. The diet-freaks, the sportziastics, the homme d’affaires, the mannequins of France, the Judges of reality shows, the…