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I woke up from an afternoon nap to the smell of my mum’s cooking. Yay! My mum was back from work. My mum works as a banker and often comes back late, usually around the time I should be in bed so I was excited she was home early. I went into the kitchen, greeted my mum as is custom in my family, looked over at what she was cooking; she was boiling meat, making soup and rice, plenty enough to last for a whole week at least.
“Mum, is dad back from work yet?” I said while walking round the kitchen looking for what to stuff my mouth with for the moment,
“Yes, he should be in the room”, it is both their room and my mum always made sure she never personalized it as his or hers. I still do not know the reason for that
“Okay, thanks”,
“And tell him the food will be ready soon”, my mum shouted as I was already walking towards my parents’ room.
I went into the room, greeted my dad, talked a little about school and the things I did. We quickly ran out of things to talk about. There was always hardly anything to say to my dad, once school talk was over; every other conversation was pretty much done with too. I decided to stay with him in his room to watch TV waiting on dinner; my little brother who was four years old at the time later came to join us, he was probably tired of watching cartoons in the living room, or perhaps lonely. I’m guessing lonely.
Ten minutes later, my mother calls us for dinner. As a girl, culture demands that I go into the kitchen to help my mum with serving the food, I should also be helping her with the cooking but I was only eight, I was barely allowed into the kitchen. Anyway, I go into the kitchen, take the tray of food she has laid out for my dad to the dining table, and had to go back to my parents’ r...
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...e cramped up in, my mum takes me to the room I share with my brother immediately which was the only room that was not visited by the armed robbers, I see my brother lying there on his bed sleeping. I probably didn’t notice when my mum took him to bed before the incident happened. Everybody disperses to their various areas without hesitation. It was definitely going to be a long night. Not for me, I slept immediately my head touched the pillow.
It was a memorable day in all our lives, a day when I and my brother could have lost a father and my mother her husband. When we think about it, we wonder what would have become of our lives, losing the breadwinner would have definitely been disastrous. I’m sure I wouldn’t have been able to afford the continuation of my education and that means I wouldn’t have come to Penn State University. Wow! How would that have been like?
Once we got to my grandma’s house we were greeted by my two grandparents. “Awe you two have grown so much!” Grandma said opening her arms for a hug. I headed right to the kitchen after I hugged both of my grandparents. Their kitchen is always filled with tons of delicious junk food. I stuffed my face with so much food that my stomach eventually started
“Wow! You were as hungry as I was. Be a good boy and I’ll see you later.”
I arrived at my grandma’s house in bewilderment. The smell of flavored pork and freshly made red sauce wafted out of the windows and rose with the sound of laughter. The family was already there: all four of my aunts elbow deep into bowls of chicken, pork, sauces; my cousins and a couple of uncles with rolled up sleeves spreading
“ No wasting food,” my brother teased and ran out into the yard. I was chasing after him, I felt like steam was pouring out of my ears. He ran back in right when I heard a creak. I slammed onto the door and found my brother opening his mouth and laughing at me in front of my parents. I felt more embarrassed than mad at my brother now. I scraped some skin under my chin and it was bleeding now, I hope that would make my mom feel sorry for me.
“It’s time for dinner my daughter,” he said. No one answered. He called again, but this time he was a little bit scared so he raised his voice a little bit.
“Doing fine, doing fine. Hey, let’s go inside and eat something. You guys must be starving.”
We sit at the table, and the smell of all the food hits me. Everything that I imagined earlier is now a reality. Too bad I’m not in the mood to devour it… While Mrs. Rowley goes into the kitchen, Mr. Rowley attempts to be humorous with me. “Don’t look so sad. We’ll be eating soon.” I stare at him as leans over and nudges me. My mother laughs to fill the silence and knees me in the leg. “She’s shy,” she says, after I remain silent. Mr. Rowley chuckles. “It’s okay to be a little quiet. That ain’t never hurt
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Summer was coming to an end, the night air grew brisker and the mornings were dew covered. The sun had just started to set behind our home; my father would be home soon. I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mother cooking dinner. She stood there one hand on her hip, her one leg stuck out at her side, knee slightly bent, stirring the pot holding the spoon all the way at the tip of the handle. She looked as pissed off as could be. My mother always felt she could be doing a million other things besides cooking dinner. We sat there talking until I heard a familiar soft rumble in front of our house. The rumble was accompanied by my father fidgeting at the front door. His old noisy Bronco always made his presence known. He plodded down the hallway into the kitchen to greet my mother with a peck on the cheek. After one more quick stir she plopped a hot pad on the table followed by a pan of sliced meatloaf in sauce. The smell of the meat, potatoes, and veggies filled the kitchen instantly and the family gathered around the table. The meal was a typical one in our household, my mother who had a million other things to do that day, including having her own personal time did not feel like cooking a twelve course meal. However, my father who always came home expecting steak did not see the meal as appetizing as the rest of us.
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