Playing with fire, water and fry pans- Dilsha Dinesh XI A
When my Mother calls me lovingly towards her, I know I am in deep trouble. If not, I am going to be in some. In those few steps I make to reach her, my brain will be like a crazy librarian- searching one of the world’s biggest libraries for a book named “Mom” It will contain everything from ‘How to get Mom in a good mood’ to ‘Why Mom will be in a good mood”. I was in the process of scanning this when I was just a few steps from my Mother.
It was my spring break. It is the only vacation when I have absolutely nothing to do other than sleep. But my Mother had other plans. She called me with sweetest voice ever imaginable and there goes the sirens in my head. This was not good. What have I done this time? Was it because I had finished that bucket of ice cream she had bought yesterday? But I specifically remembered leaving a scoop for her.
Time was up. I was in front of her. She had one of her signature dimple Cheshire cat smiles. Then I knew. I was not in any trouble; I was going to be in one. She said something that made me question my existence in this world. She said that I have to cook lunch tomorrow. Then I knew what the ice cream was for.
The kitchen has always been no man’s land in my view. I only enter to save my lonely, precious little buckets of ice cream. But when my Mom suggested her so called plan to make me cook, no man’s land became a battleground. Maybe even World War X shooting or something. I have to brush up my history and maybe my dramatic skills.
Glad to say that after 3 days of my so called gymnastics in the kitchen, I was alive, the house was in one piece and nothing got burnt- yet. And me being me, called my Mother almost 50 times for making a 30 minute meal. I have no idea how my parents survived with my cooking these past few days. Guess love is blind, dumb, deaf and has no sense of taste whatsoever else I would’ve been 6 feet under the ground by now and I’m pretty sure no one can write blogs from there or have ice creams.
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