"Gaaa gaaa humm"
"You hungry sweetie? I know you are baby. Momma brought you your bowl. You like this spoon dont you my pumpkin? She held the spoon in front of his eyes as his eyes locked themselves. His lips shaped in O, mesmerized at what he saw. But it was soon filled with tears and hunger he was voiceful about, took over. But my mom had already prepared his bowl of caramel and rice. The tears dint stay long, neither did the gaa ga a, as the habit have formed of immediate sleep when the tummy is full. He laid there silently clapping his lips with his eyes closed as sleep took over while momma stood there staring, thinking "Momma loves you"
48 years later...
YOU ARE READING
Gaaa Gaaa Humm
Short Story"Step one, Step two Hold it tight Faster he gets, and Suddenly takes flight Momma still loves you"
