TEN YEARS LATER.
1034 Words
"Please, Mom, get up. Mom,' she pleaded with me as I stood up and spotted my daughter slapping my shoulders. When I opened my eyes, she was beaming at me.
"This is 7:30 in the morning, Mom. It's time to go to school.' She muttered something to which I grumbled and gazed, and it was then that reality hit me. I did it again by not getting up early, and my daughter does it first. I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but ever since my children have grown older, I've become a slacker. I kissed her on the forehead with my elevated head.
"How was your night, sweetheart?' I inquired as I stroked her cheek.
"It was fine, mom,' she said with a smile.
I leapt from my bed and dashed to my dresser, where I began putting on my clothing.
"We have to move quickly, sweetie,' I replied as I began putting on my clothes.
"Alright, mum," she replied as she sat properly on my bed,
"So, we don't get there late," I said.
"Have you had anything to eat yet?' I added.
"Nope?'
"How about Eyolf?"
"Eyolf said he didn't feel like eating right now, but I bet he will want to cook something." She explained.
"Where is he?"
"He's at the dining table," She gave a response.
I said to her, "Follow me.'
My daughter, dressed in her school uniform, followed me to the dinner table.
My son had prepared the utensils and even toasted our bread, which I noticed. Even though he's my only son, he's the best son I've ever had, and it almost brought tears to my eyes.
"Oh my God, Eyolf, I'm speechless. You've nearly finished.' I stepped over to him and held him and kissed his forehead, saying. "You're the best son ever, my dear." He looks so much like his father.
He grumbled, "Mom, you're choking me." That's then I realized how tightly I'd clutched him.
"I apologize, my dear," I expressed my feelings to him and offered my apologies. He's my son, and I'm quite proud of him. My children are the most valuable possession I've ever owned. They are my joy, and I don't know how I would have survived all these years if they hadn't been there for me.
They assist me in a variety of ways, they recognize when I am anxious or fatigued, and they always know what to do at the right moment and at the right time. They're also brilliant geniuses.
They're also quite proficient at their studies.
Even though my kids are both in tenth grade, I am unconcerned about their notes or homework. They always get it right, and their IQ is so high that their teachers at school have recommended that I move them to a higher class, because they already pass the examinations in the first place, and even without being taught, they always know the answer, and they both outperformed their classmates significantly, and one of the teachers even joked to me one day that she thinks my kids know a lot more about books than she does, and they are great. She stated that getting a job in the future will be stress-free for them. And I believe she is correct in her assessment, but money wouldn't be a problem for me, since they will be going to an expensive school through scholarships.
"I said, shut up," Eyolf frowned and crossed his arms across his chest.
"No, I'm not shutting up my mouth," Kiara fumed with her puffed up expression.
"I'm your older brother, so you will do as I say,"
"I'm not going to do what you're telling me to do. You can't fry my eggs for me,' she grumbled, her hands resting on her hips.
"I can do it," He said, "I'm not letting you touch this gas because you will burn yourself and I'm not going to die of a heart attack, allowing you to do it. Why, so you can burn the eggs again," he mocked.
"I'm not going to burn them, and I'm not going to let you fry my eggs." She pointed to Eyolf's platter of fried eggs and said, "I don't want salty eggs like yours."
He wondered aloud and rolled his eyes, "Who says my eggs are salty, dummy?" He made this weird funny face as he taunted.
"I told you so. Don't fry my eggs for me; instead, let mom do it, not you,' she sneered at Eyolf.
"Mom is tired, will you quit arguing and make this easy Kiara,' Eyolf said and sighed.
"But, you're still not frying my eggs; I loathe the way you fry my eggs," she complains.
"You and I both know, you're not any better than me when it comes to doing these things,' Eyolf exclaimed proudly, refusing to cut down the argument.
"At the very least, I'm better than you at some things." She yelled angrily.
He sat down and looked away, saying, "Keep your voice down, you're upsetting my eardrums."
"So, now I'm bothering your eardrums. No matter what you say, you're not frying my eggs, and that's the end of it,' she said.
"Just shut up, you whine a lot," he says.
"That's what you always say. Shut up, shut up, shut up. When you're arguing, don't you ever say anything reasonable?'
"Enough,' I yelled, and they both turned to face me. They dispute things that don't make any sense most of the time, yet they also argue like grownups at times. That I'd be so taken aback that I wouldn't be able to stop them from bickering. My treasures, my twins, are still adorable, even though they are just ten years old. Scolding them isn't my thing; they're smart and usually do the right thing, so I don't do it very often.
"You could have finished eating by now if you didn't waste time arguing with each other. Start eating,' I said.
Youngsters of nowadays.
"No, I'm not going to eat anymore,' she grumbled.
"Suit yourself; the food will suffice even if you don't eat it,' Eyolf remarked.
"Why you..."
"I said, 'Enough.' I yelled but not in an act of anger though.
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