CHALLENGING THE TIME SEEMS TO BE NOT A GREAT IDEA BUT, COULD BE ANY OTHER WAY TO TRY TO SAVE FREDDIE'S LIFE WITHOUT EXPOSING YOUR OWN SKIN? DO YOU WANT TO FIND OUT HOW FAR OUR HEROINES ARE WILLING TO GO TO ACHIEVE THEIR HIGHEST GOAL?
- What, dikra? Just two teaspoons more. Come on...
- Don't like it.
- You've always liked it. Come on, just two.
- Dad...
- What's up now?
- Is mummy gone forever?
- Of course not, my love. She told you she would return.
- When?
- Long before you start to miss her.
- I miss her night night kisses.
- Jaan, I will give you a hundred kisses from her.
- Did I behave badly?
- Farrokh...
- Mum will come if I behave well.
- You are such a good boy, darling. You've done anything wrong.
That fell me apart and I couldn't help but thinking of myself as a child, as they sent me to the boarding school. I also thought I had done something wrong though nobody assured me about the contrary back then. At this point I hated Elideth so deeply by doing this. I didn't want to think about her coming back because just the thought of it hit a sore nerve with me. And I didn't want to flow in anger with a damn memory. She was forcing me to turn her into a memory.
- I miss her.
- I know that. Mum gotta be away for a while but she's gonna come back very soon.
His sad eyes didn't last long as I was trying to get the spoon into his mouth. I was tasting my own medicine with my child and the arguments to make him eat. Farrokh's blue eyes, just like her mother's, lit up as he started to talk again, pushing away my spoon with energy. The food was getting cold, patience was not exactly my middle name.
- And will she bring me a horse?
- You got already three rocking horses and your cousin Freddie's horse.
- Not those, a big horse.
- A big horse -I laughed. Children's fascinating world was so outrageous that you could learn something new every day-. And where will he sleep?
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- The garden -he replied as though it was the obvious thing.
- Oh, in the garden. How come I haven't thought about it before? Eat something, come on. Yummy, yummy so good for the tummy.
This time around I distracted him and I could manage to get the spoon into his mouth. He chewed self-absorbed as he was stroking Dorothy who had climbed up to the table and watched everything with her eyes half closed, drowsing off. The only way to get him eating moderately well, and not always was successful, was letting him playing, drawing, watching TV or doing some kind of activity to make him forget he was actually eating. Yes, it was not the right thing and he was badly brought up but such an energetic boy like Farrokh was unable to stay still quite a while and the first one priority was getting him to eat at least half the plate.
