In My Room/Office/Studio

In My Room/Office/Studio
"A writer and nothing else: a man alone in a room with the English language, trying to get human feelings right." - John K. Hutchen.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mother's Cake

Come here, my daughter. Sit down and listen to me carefully. Today it’s Mother’s Day. Did you know that? Okay that’s fine. So now that you know, aren’t you gonna wish Mommy a happy one? Thanks, love. It sounds so sweet coming from your mouth and makes me feel proud to be your mother. You know that I love you, don’t you? Great. And you know your father loves you too. Why do you shake your head? Say that again louder, angel, I didn’t hear it. You’re not sure your father loves you? Come sit on Mommy’s lap now. It’s okay, come, come. Ahh, look at that little smile! Sit on me and hug me tight. Ooh, so heavy now – ten is such a heavy number. Now listen to Mommy. Daddy isn’t always around because Daddy is a very busy man. But that doesn’t mean Daddy doesn’t love you. Do you understand, my Love? Good. Daddy is a very loving father and he loves you as much as I do. When he comes back next week, look him in the eye and ask him, ‘Daddy, do you love me?’ He will tell it all to you.  I’m always here with you. I’ve always been with you even before you were born. That is why I’m your mother.  And let me tell you something very important about Daddy. Daddy has always been with you before you were conceived. That is, he’s been with you before you became a part of me. Worry not, you’ll understand, one day. Look how grown up you are now.  Remember yesterday you said to me that teacher taught you how to bake?  Wonderful. Now, let’s get into the kitchen. You will bake Mommy a Happy Mother’s Day cake.