Roshans POV
I get up as fast as I can to get to mommy so she can give me food and drive me to school. But mostly the food. Her cooking is the best! I absolutely love it! Everyone who eats mommies food says it's amazing.
“Mom?” I call out as I follow the scent of food to the kitchen.
I see her standing in the middle of the kitchen placing plates with eggs and bacon onto the table.
Yum!
She looks beautiful as always. Her long dark hair twisted and clipped in the back. I can't do that to my hair yet, it isn't long enough. Shes wearing her usual pink and white pajamas, and short fuzzy boots. Those pajamas always smell like her and if shes ever out late I always sneak them into bed with me and use them like a blankey to make me feel like mommies still there with me.
“Good morning! Roshans up? Wow! I am so proud of her! Would you mind telling her that?” She looks at me expectantly as I squeak in joy. Shes so playful. I love her so much when shes playful! As if reading my mind she races at me picking me up and spinning me up in the air making me squeal and laugh even louder. My hair whips around my head, but I don't care.
“Wheres Roshan? I don't see her?” Mommy says to no one as she tucks me under one arm and looks around playfully.
“I'm here! I'm here!” She scoops my back up and swings me onto her shoulders. I twist my little arms around her neck for dear life and do the same with my legs and her torso. She runs to the couch and plops me down onto my back.
“Your Roshan? Huh! I must be getting old I don't remember you being so big!”
I frown up at her until I see what shes doing. Her hands sneaking up to me.
“Ahhhhhh!” I squeal as she starts tickling me mercilessly.
“It's cause its my birthday today! I grow a whole year today mommy!”
“Oh you do? When did you get so smart? It must be the year your growing today miss six year old!”
I look up at my mommy as she stops tickling me. I stare into her deep brown eyes. So full of love, so full of pride. I reach up to her expectantly and watch her face light up at my need to be held.
She carries me over to the kitchen table and sits me down. My plate is empty though and it doesn't make sense, it was full just a couple minutes ago. I feel a sudden weight on my lap and it clicks.
“Mommy! Scooby ate my breakfast!” I frown down at the little dog. I love him to death, but he can't go around eating my food. I pick the little Shitzu up off my lap and place him down. He shakes his curly white hair and prances off. Scoobys always been quite the character. I named him after the dog in Scooby Doo and my aunt Lilly suggested I do since my cousin Macy named her dog Snoopy after a TV show dog too.
Mommy picks up the plate next to me, undoubtedly hers, and places it infront of me with a warming smile. “Mama, I can't eat your food, your tummy will go empty because of me!” Tears well up in my eyes at the thought of mommy going hungry. She hugs me tightly and I can feel her sobbing against my shoulder.
“Mama? Why are you crying?” My voice breaks at the last word. I hate it when mommy cries. I fight back the tears threatening to spill because I know it'll only make mommy sadder.
“Oh sweetie, I just can't help but to wish that your father had your compassion and that he too would rather go hungry than the ones he loves.” She let go of me slowly still holding on to my shoulders. “Now eat your food mommy will make herself some more after you go to school okay?” She gives my shoulders a gentle squeeze before she lets go and wipes her face quickly before taking a seat next to me.
