"Moma.. What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm making soup for your Papa. You see he's sick because he's overworking himself for the past few days. Look at him; he's like a jingly vegetable." My mother joked and I can't help but laugh. So this is what she was doing all the time. She was joking about it but I know he cares for Papa more than anyone else.
My father hasn’t moved a muscle. He's stuck on the door. My Mom put me down on the high chair and started pouring the soup on a small bowl. "Darling, I made this for you. Don't you want to eat?" My Momma asked while pouring another big bowl for my Papa.
I was too distracted with the soup. It looked delicious! I just started eating and my Papa finally moved and walked towards Moma. He gave Moma a back hug and whispered something that made Moma
