"Keren...ha..puk!"
"Yes! Mark." I turned to him, as I picked up the empty coffee mugs from the round centre table.
"Can you come over please?" He placed the cutleries by the sides of the four flat crockeries
"Oh!" I rushed to his aid, helping him with the weighty China. "This is too heavy for you."
"Mum says I'm a superman."
"Superman." I cheered, "let me see how strong you are." I tickled him on his flank and he shook like a leaf on a stormy day.
"No Keren No. haha." He exposed his incomplete teeth and we both guffawed, while he struggled to get away.
For a boy of six, he was more responsible than I was when his age. He practically helped his mom in the kitchen, arrange his toys, water the flowers in the yard, and few more chores. Mark was simply lovable.
It was the day after th
