11373, Belgian Waffles Series Posted by mindful, Wed Aug-18-04 07:28 AM
Belgian Waffles Part 2 (Daddy's home)
she flips and pats once more, then serves us love no one else can.
I'm still short enough to swing my legs while sitting at the kitchen table. my mom huffs and says, "little gurls keep their legs closed in the presence of men and boys." she was speaking of my brother and father. I glanced at the clock housed inside our stove, it's green numbers read 10:20, and I heard my father's voice.
"Morning baby." He kisses my mom on her cheek, slaps her butt, then makes his way to the table to greet danny (my brother) and I. mom sways over to us, grabs our plates, and nods to me as if she was trying to say, "be nice, ciera." "Good morning daddy. How are you?" "Fine ciera. Sorry daddy couldn't be here to tuck you in last nite, got stuck at the plant; but I'll make it up today, later on. How does ice cream sound?" "Ice cream sounds good." He walks past me and over to danny, kisses his cheek, and butts heads. Must have been some sort of man to boy code my mother and I were unaware of.
Charlotte excuses herself, picks up her plate, and nods to daddy. They don't say much to each other, but daddy kinda half-way smiles at her to acknowledge his oldest. We sit and watch daddy inhale his waffles and bacon; both cold from waiting on him, but he doesn't seem to care. Mom hovers over the sink, sighs, and wipes her face.
She'll be crying in bed tonite.
©Tremaine L. Loadholt
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