A Faltering self (Distorted Reality book 2)

Chapter 5- Thanksgiving Day

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Sitting on the swivel chair, I go back and forth as I watch Mommy cook. I wanted to help, but she said today wasn't a day to. That helping today would be more harmful than helpful. I'm trying to learn how to know the difference. I like helping Mommy, but sometimes it doesn't make her happy like I want it to.

Mommy's making waffles. They're my favorite especially when they have chocolate chips. They smell so yummy, my tummy growls to let me know it needs food.

"Mommy, I'm hungry. How much longer for breakfast?"

She heads to the fridge to grab out the milk she put back not too long ago.

"It's not much longer baby, but here, put this on your tummy to help settle it for now."

Mommy places a glass of milk in front of me before turning back to the stove to focus on Daddy's eggs.

There is a knock at the door and I jump down to rush to the door.

Peter! He's here!

I hear a crash and my heart drops as I turn to see glass shattered and milk all across the floor.

Oh no!

Keeping my gaze on the floor, I realize that I rushed before thinking again.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," I whisper my words.

Finally looking back up, I see Mommy standing still as she breathes. She says it's best to take a moment before reacting or you might not be nice the way you should.

"What have I said about rushing before you think?"

Again my eyes dart to the floor as my tone stays hushed.

"Not to. I'll help clean it up."

"Thank you. Go grab the cleaner and paper towels, and I'll take care of the rest. I don't want you to get cut."

Feeling bad, I try to listen to what Mommy says and head to the cupboard under the sink. Handing Mommy the stuff, I still want to rush to get the door, but not until I know my mess is clean.

But Peter is waiting...

And Mommy might need help.

Mommy picks up the pieces of glass. She doesn't seem mad which helps me to feel better.

"I'm sorry, Mommy."

"I appreciate the apology, Baby girl. Let's remember to take it a bit slow next time. Will you hand me the trash can, and then you can head to see Peter."

Doing as she asks, I rush off excited to see Peter. I get to the door and see Daddy letting in Peter and his parents. He's smiling wide as he rushes to me.

"Hey, I!"

Peter hugs me before his parents head off with Daddy. His ema leaves them as she heads to the kitchen.

"Did you bring your camera?" I ask him, eager to see his new birthday present.

"I did!"

He pulls his bag off to grab it out.

"Here, but you have to be careful with it. Abba said that if I take care of it, then he'll let me take it with us this summer when we go camping."