by Annie H. Liko

Created on: May 10, 2009   Last Updated: May 12, 2009

Mother's Day is around the corner again and it's one of those special days when mothers would fondly reminiscence on the sweet memories of what the children had tried to do for them. No matter how "grown up" the children are now, these memories are here to stay. Here are some of the nicest memories of Mother's Day:

BREAKFAST IN BED

"Is the egg nice? " the younger one asked with his hands behind his back, as I savor the fried egg prepared by them on Mother's Day morning.

"Hmm, not bad. Did you burn your hands while frying the egg? I asked the elder one.

"No. I use long sleeves," he said bravely.

"But the egg falls onto the floor when he wants to take it out of the pan. We clean ALL the dirt from it using the toilet paper from the bathroom," the younger one volunteered, twitching his mouth to one side.

Suddenly, the fried egg taste like mushy tissues in my mouth.

MUMMY'S PRESENT

Elder Boy: What you want to buy for mummy?

Younger Boy: I don't have enough money.

Elder Boy: We share buy chocolate?

Younger Boy: Oo-k.

Elder Boy, upon reaching home: Where's the chocolate. I want to wrap it up.

Younger Boy: Gone.

Elder Boy: Gone where?

Younger Boy: No more.

Elder Boy: Where?

Younger Boy: I ate it already.

Elder Boy: Junior!

Younger Boy: I was hungry. Mummy's already fat. Chocolate is not good for her.

DOING THE CHORES FOR MUMMY Part 1

Younger Boy: I've arranged all the newspapers and put the shoes on the shoe rakes.

Elder Boy: You haven't swept the floor.

Younger Boy: Already. I want to go out and play now.

Elder Boy: So fast?

Curious the Elder Boy scanned around the living room; everything seemed in order but the younger fellow forgot to put the broom back into the store room. When the Elder Boy opened the store room door to put the broom in, the sight of newspapers being strewn all over inside, greeted him.

Elder Boy: JUNIOR!

Younger Boy, languishing from outside, expecting the expected: What?

Elder Boy: Why you simply throw the newspapers in? Even the dust you swept into the store room!

Younger Boy, shrugging his shoulders: Nobody can see

Elder Boy: I can see. It's so messy.

Younger Boy, as-a-matter-of-factly: Who ask you to open?

DOING THE CHORES FOR MUMMY Part 2

(Before Mother's Day night):

Elder Boy: We wash dishes for mummy tomorrow.

Younger Boy: Oo-k.

(On Mother's Day night):

Elder Boy: I wash the bigger ones; you wash the spoons and forks, k?

Younger Boy: I'm tired.

Elder Boy: Junior! We have promised!

Younger Boy, standing defiantly by the kitchen door: No need to wash. Tomorrow no more Mother's Day, mummy can wash the dishes.

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