I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings
[b][center]The sad breakfast[/center][/b]
It start off to be a normal day like any other day.
I entered my parents room as usual and I asked mom "soo.. what's for breakfast?" She replied: "leftovers from dinner."
I said: "but isn't there any bread?"
She replied: "no, but u can bake your own bread."
Deep inside me I want something that taste like breakfast for breakfast, not leftovers, but bread would take a long time to make so I decided to prepare something else for myself and everyone else, something that everyone would like just to make them happy.
As I pass by my siblings room I asked them if they aren't doing anything and if such early in the morning they're lazing their butt.?? They laughed and said "but breakfast isn't ready."
"They're spoiled, they're truly spoiled" I said to myself, but then I thought to myself; "but.. sometimes I'm like this too."
As I proceed to the kitchen, I decided to fry some tuna with onions, pepper and tomatoes.
Boil some sweet potatoes and then fry them with onions and pepper.
Then fry bake which is made from flour, sugar, baking powder and salt, then combine the mixture with water.
As I was preparing the breakfast I imagine myself eating with everyone and have fun together and laughter, it has been a while since this had happened and I want to experience it again. I want to feel that joy again and for some reason I found myself enjoy doing something which I don't usually enjoy. KoOkiNg !!
So when everything was finished, I decided to make the tea and call everyone to eat while the tea was making. I went upstairs to call them, first off to my parents room, my mom was sleeping but dad was awake, he told me he'll be there in a minute, I called my siblings but they were all asleep except for one, my brother. He boldly replied: "now is too late I'm going to sleep." I went back to the dining room and looked at the food I prepared for everyone and so many wild thoughts came across my mind..
I remember when I used to eat alone and I would enjoy it but now if I'm eating alone I'll just feel sad.
I remember whenever mom used to cook food and if I don't like it I would cook something else, but now if someone does that to me I'll feel hurt, I'll feel the need to improve my cooking skills.
I remember the day when mom was calling me for dinner but I was already in my bed, I told her I wanted to sleep, but now if I were to awaken my mom from her sleep she would definitely come and eat with me.
I sat there as the tea was making and just then my father entered the dining room. He sat across me [i]and we ate.. with silence..[/i] and I thought to myself ... [i]"now this feels lonelier than if I were to eat by myself" [/i]
When he finished eating he asked if the tea was ready, and I said "not as yet, just a bit more to wait." He left and went back to his room. My father mistreated me in the pass but somehow when he was eating with me I was hoping he'd have a happy meal, I was hoping that he'd like it.
When the tea was finished, I poured out a cup for him and add milk to it, and even though they're days when I don't want to face my dad today feels different, I want him to have a complete breakfast, so I took the cup of tea and went to his room and serve it to him, he looked at me, he smiled and said, "thank you very much my dear son." I was a bit shock to hear him speak like that and to be honest, in the longest while I haven't seen him smile like that either, a meaningful smile.
I sat in my room feeling down, I remember the days when I come home late and the food was on the dining table awaits for me ...
It makes me feel sorry for my mom and apologetic towards her.
I've come to realize so many things while preparing this breakfast.
The effort my mom would put in making the best of meals for us.
What it means when someone says; "I cooked it with all my heart."
Why some people enjoy cooking so much and wants to be [b] chefs.[/b]
To always eat with someone when they ask you to eat with them.
How much my mom actually love us.
But most importantly, to always be kind and respectful whenever you can.
After all it wasn't such a sad breakfast, it was a breakfast full of lessons that I learned from.
It start off to be a normal day like any other day.
I entered my parents room as usual and I asked mom "soo.. what's for breakfast?" She replied: "leftovers from dinner."
I said: "but isn't there any bread?"
She replied: "no, but u can bake your own bread."
Deep inside me I want something that taste like breakfast for breakfast, not leftovers, but bread would take a long time to make so I decided to prepare something else for myself and everyone else, something that everyone would like just to make them happy.
As I pass by my siblings room I asked them if they aren't doing anything and if such early in the morning they're lazing their butt.?? They laughed and said "but breakfast isn't ready."
"They're spoiled, they're truly spoiled" I said to myself, but then I thought to myself; "but.. sometimes I'm like this too."
As I proceed to the kitchen, I decided to fry some tuna with onions, pepper and tomatoes.
Boil some sweet potatoes and then fry them with onions and pepper.
Then fry bake which is made from flour, sugar, baking powder and salt, then combine the mixture with water.
As I was preparing the breakfast I imagine myself eating with everyone and have fun together and laughter, it has been a while since this had happened and I want to experience it again. I want to feel that joy again and for some reason I found myself enjoy doing something which I don't usually enjoy. KoOkiNg !!
So when everything was finished, I decided to make the tea and call everyone to eat while the tea was making. I went upstairs to call them, first off to my parents room, my mom was sleeping but dad was awake, he told me he'll be there in a minute, I called my siblings but they were all asleep except for one, my brother. He boldly replied: "now is too late I'm going to sleep." I went back to the dining room and looked at the food I prepared for everyone and so many wild thoughts came across my mind..
I remember when I used to eat alone and I would enjoy it but now if I'm eating alone I'll just feel sad.
I remember whenever mom used to cook food and if I don't like it I would cook something else, but now if someone does that to me I'll feel hurt, I'll feel the need to improve my cooking skills.
I remember the day when mom was calling me for dinner but I was already in my bed, I told her I wanted to sleep, but now if I were to awaken my mom from her sleep she would definitely come and eat with me.
I sat there as the tea was making and just then my father entered the dining room. He sat across me [i]and we ate.. with silence..[/i] and I thought to myself ... [i]"now this feels lonelier than if I were to eat by myself" [/i]
When he finished eating he asked if the tea was ready, and I said "not as yet, just a bit more to wait." He left and went back to his room. My father mistreated me in the pass but somehow when he was eating with me I was hoping he'd have a happy meal, I was hoping that he'd like it.
When the tea was finished, I poured out a cup for him and add milk to it, and even though they're days when I don't want to face my dad today feels different, I want him to have a complete breakfast, so I took the cup of tea and went to his room and serve it to him, he looked at me, he smiled and said, "thank you very much my dear son." I was a bit shock to hear him speak like that and to be honest, in the longest while I haven't seen him smile like that either, a meaningful smile.
I sat in my room feeling down, I remember the days when I come home late and the food was on the dining table awaits for me ...
It makes me feel sorry for my mom and apologetic towards her.
I've come to realize so many things while preparing this breakfast.
The effort my mom would put in making the best of meals for us.
What it means when someone says; "I cooked it with all my heart."
Why some people enjoy cooking so much and wants to be [b] chefs.[/b]
To always eat with someone when they ask you to eat with them.
How much my mom actually love us.
But most importantly, to always be kind and respectful whenever you can.
After all it wasn't such a sad breakfast, it was a breakfast full of lessons that I learned from.
