As the school day ended, young Tommy hurried home with a mix of excitement and exhaustion. The familiar aroma of his favorite dish wafted through the air as he stepped into the kitchen. His mother stood by the stove, a bittersweet smile on her face.
"Hey, Mom, what's cooking?" Tommy asked, his eyes lighting up.
With a joyful tone, his mother replied, "Your favorite, sweetheart! Spaghetti Bolognese, just the way you like it."
Tommy's heart warmed at the gesture, and he eagerly chatted with his mother as she prepared the meal. "How was school, darling?" she inquired, genuinely interested.
"I'm good, Mom. How about you?" Tommy responded, noticing a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Her smile faltered, and she gently admitted, "I miss you a lot, my love."
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Tommy's father entered the kitchen. "What's going on, why the long faces?" he asked.
Tommy looked around, realizing something was amiss. His gaze fell on an empty space where his mother should have been, and a chilling realization set in.
"Dad, where's Mom?" he questioned with a quiver in his voice.
His father's eyes conveyed a painful truth. "Son, your mother passed away in a car accident two months ago."
Time seemed to freeze as Tommy absorbed the shocking revelation. The aroma of the cooking spaghetti lingered, but the once joyous kitchen now echoed with the haunting absence of the one who had made it a home.
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The Unseen Feast Of Love
Short StoryIn the kitchen where the scent of spaghetti Bolognese hung thick, young Tommy's world collided with cruel reality. The familiar routine of shared moments and comforting aromas now existed as fragments of an irretrievable past. His mother's bitterswe...
