“Where is he ? Has he even started yet ? Ma , you should really put that saucepan on . He is maybe reaching any moment .” My eldest is full of concerns when Papa is on his way .
The younger one is flippant . “Chill , guys , he has probably stopped for a samosa break . ”
“Papa doesn’t take samosa breaks without us . He drives straight home .” Stoutly loyal and comically jest , I love them both . Nodding from the stove , as I wait for ginger to steep into the ginger tea , I hear wars ignite again . “Ma , you just can’t agree to both . You have to take a stand , which side you are on ?” Hand on hips , argumentative now.
The younger one is flippant . “Chill , guys , he has probably stopped for a samosa break . ”
“Papa doesn’t take samosa breaks without us . He drives straight home .” Stoutly loyal and comically jest , I love them both . Nodding from the stove , as I wait for ginger to steep into the ginger tea , I hear wars ignite again . “Ma , you just can’t agree to both . You have to take a stand , which side you are on ?” Hand on hips , argumentative now.
I smile and waver . As I always have . A honks floats up. Adolescent shrieks, feet rush , doors slam and I sigh in relief .
Papa is finally home for the holidays . Phew.
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