She had spent hours in the kitchen, refusing every offer to
help. She was insistent that this was my special day, so I binged on that new
sitcom in the morning, then spent the afternoon defending the fictional
citizens of the Empire from those who would harm them.
And then when it was time, she sat me down and served course
after course, each better than the last. And then came the final masterpiece, a
mint chocolate cake, my favorite, made with real mint she’d grown herself.
I didn’t have the balls to explain I only liked artificial
mint flavor.
No comments:
Post a Comment