Rod came home with a brown envelope. As soon as he entered the door, Imee welcomed him with a warm smile and genuinely kissed him on the cheeks.
"Hi hon! I'm glad you're home. What would you like for dinner? Do you want me to cook your favorite Chicken Cottage Pie with Mint?" she asked him in a chaotic manner after kissing his cheeks.
But Rodrigo took her for granted; he seemed like he didn't care about what she did or said.
As usual, this is what Imee expected to happen every day after their precious youngest son passed away due to an overdose of liquid antibiotic medicine.
In a flashback,
Rod cheerfully descended the stairs to their kitchen and spotted Imee getting their breakfast ready.
"Hey there, my beautiful wife!" He hugged her from behind and surprised her with a French kiss.
"Rod, seriously? Flirting so early in the morning?" She groaned at her husband, but still kissed him back.
"Oh come on, admit it, you like it too," he teased, tickling her waist. Oops, that's her weakness😉.
"Alright, enough, stop it! I need to finish cooking," She hurried to the kitchen counter. But Rodrigo pursued her.
The kitchen was filled with laughter, signaling their morning chaos.
"Rodrigo, one! If this reaches three, I'm definitely going to tickle you," She shouted, playfully running around the kitchen, like a kid being chased by a stranger.
"Mommy! Daddy!" Their intimate morning moment was interrupted by a cute, pleading voice.
"Good morning, my baby!" It was their bouncy three-year-old son. Rodrigo greeted him and carried him to Imee, who was still busy with her cooking.
"Good morning, my precious little Rody," She said, kissing her son's cheeks. Rody giggled as if he wasn't sick. Yes, he was sick with a high fever.
"Are you feeling better now?" She asked, concerned, placing her palm on his forehead.
"Hon, he's still really hot," She said, worried.
"Take care of him, love. Let me finish this. It's almost done," She added. Rod kissed her cheeks and headed to the dining table, carrying their son. He sat down and waited for his wife to finish cooking.
After a few minutes of waiting, Imee finally served their breakfast. Just as she did, their eldest child came downstairs.
"Good morning, Mom and Dad!" She greeted them happily and planted kisses on their cheeks.
"Good morning, dear," Imee said, returning the kisses on her daughter's cheeks and nose.
"How did you sleep, my baby girl?" Rodrigo asked their beloved daughter.
"It was good! Let's start eating, Mommy, Daddy," Alexa insisted.
"I'll take care of Rody. Hon, you lead us in prayer," Imee instructed her husband.
"Alright, Madam Bosya," He said, wearing a teasing smile, and handed the baby to Imee. She simply rolled her eyes in response.
Alexa and Rod laughed.
"Okay, let's reach out to our Almighty Father. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen. Lord, thank You for all the blessings You've given us. Thank You for providing this nourishing food. We pray that it gives us strength. In Jesus' name, we thank You and pray—"
