Every Morning

A woman sleeping on the bed while the alarm rang, and she wakes up and then goes to the kitchen. It's the first breakfast shift; she makes breakfast and wakes her man up, giving him breakfast. She struggles with opening the lid of the jam jar, but the man opens it, and the woman drinks tea along with her man while the cup is on his half. The alarm rang again; she was sitting alone after her man left. She stands to make breakfast for her children and wakes them up, giving them breakfast. She opens the lid of the jam bottle and gives it to her son, and then he leaves for school. She eats the leftover piece of bread and sits alone again. Then her daughter wakes up after she has done cleaning the house. Her daughter sits with her, saying she has an off day, so she will be going out with her friends. She only nods, smiling, and makes breakfast again. Her daughter, standing in the kitchen, tells her what she will eat. After that, it just passed an hour where she was done with the breakfast shifts, gazing at the kitchen and looking at the empty house. "Who is left for breakfast?" maybe this was the question she was thinking about when she pauses for a time. Then, after doing some house chores, she begins to prepare lunch and waits for everyone to return.

People often say that women are weak; maybe she is when she is alone. Only a woman, but a mother is strong and can do anything to save her child. A wife is a reliable partner for the whole life. A daughter is a forever good friend for her mother and father; she may be a little weak, but she will do everything to save her father's pride. She is the best sister and crime partner for her brother. She is adviser for her siblings. So maybe a woman can be weak, but only when alone.

Author's Note;

If you noticed something in this story, it already did its job.

And if you found yourself wondering “Who is left for breakfast?”… I hope you already know the answer.

A small tribute to a mother’s love.

                                              — Tashi