My dad is a Musician

Chapter 8

He brought me out for a meal.

"Let's have a live kitchen experience, should we?"

What's that?

"I cook and you see what all is being put. You will be sure I am not poisoning you then."

I nodded. This sounds exciting.

"I will make some porridge today for you." I– I don't like it much… But how to tell him? I forgot my notebook inside. But still, it's better than having faeces for food… wait, why did I think about that? Has something like that happened to me?

"Ok so I will start with quick oats." He said, showing me a packet. "Look, it's not open yet." Yeah I can see that. "So there's no chance of this being poisoned ok?" Wh-

This is a bit embarrassing…

He cut the packet and put it in a pan. "Do you want me to cook it with water or milk?"

He put up two jars, one having milk and the other having water. I don't know. I pointed at him. Choose whichever you want.

"You want me to choose?" I nodded. He surprisingly understands what I speak. "I choose milk. We need your bones to be stronger after all." So milk makes your bones stronger…

"Now that the porridge is lukewarm, you want fruits, honey, sugar… which sweetner?"

I pointed at him again. Choose for me again please. I don't know what tastes good.

"I will add honey. I have no clue if you will like fruits that I choose or not."

I am fine with whatever. He did some more stirring and finally switched off the stove.

Then he went to the dinner table which was just in front of the kitchen and pulled out a chair. Then came to me and pushed my wheelchair to the table and adjusted it.

"Comfortable?"

I nodded. The house was cool. The kitchen, the dinner table and the living room didn't have any walls between them.

"Ok, then!", he said and went back to put porridge in a bowl and brought it to me. "Your breakfast. Please enjoy."

I took a spoon and tasted it. It was so good. It was the first time I ate something so good.

"You like it?"He asked. He was sitting beside me on the table.

I nodded, satisfied. It was super good. Or maybe it's been long since I had such a good meal. No… when did I even have one?

"You want more?", Hm? I looked down at my bowl and realised I had finished it already. Yes! I want more! I want more of this sweet goodness!

"I will bring it for you."

Yay! I looked around. I saw a bookshelf beside the window. It seemed to have amazing books but one caught my eye. It was an old looking book with a jewel border.

"Here." He said as he put the bowl down. I pointed at the shelf. He looked over.

"You want a book?"

Yes! Yes! Yes! I moved my head up and down as fast as possible.

"Finish the food first. I will take you."

Ok! I finished the food as fast as I could with his occasional nagging, 'eat slowly or you will choke.' He said that two to three times but no one chokes because of food. Eventually, he stopped when I finished my meal.

"Want some more?" Nope. Gimme the book. I pointed at the shelf. Book! Book!

"Look at your face.", He said as he grabbed a cloth near me, "I was telling you to eat slowly. You got some on your face", He wiped my face. "Much better.", He said at the end.

"And good job!"

Eh?

"You finished your food properly and without leaving anything behind. I am so so so proud of you. Good boy!" He said. He looked so happy. I am happy too. I have never been praised for something like this, but I like it. No… I love it.

"Let's give you that book then as a prize."

He pulled my wheelchair to the shelf. I pointed at the one I wanted. "This?" He got exactly the one I wanted. He really does understand me!

I did an action saying 'yes'.

"Ok," he removed it for me. "Do you like fantasy, period romance?" He asked while giving me the book.

I faintly remember reading some books like that having princesses and princes and castles and amazing food and many other luxuries. I wanted to experience it once. Books like these were an escape for me.

I hugged the book. I am glad to find my escape again. And also to be in a position where I won't have to worry about the book getting burned. It's safe here after all.

"You do love it.", He said smiling. I smiled back at him. He was right again. I love it a lot.