daddy said he was half- french
so when he melts the butter on our bread for breakfast
he'd kiss the tips of his fingers and say, Bellissimo!
and Mum would say that's Italian but he'd just wipe
melted butter on her lips
and kiss it away "properly"
and I'd squirm
not only because the "French toast"
was black but
because daddy put my school drawing
on the fridge
where the teacher
asked me to draw the things
that makes me smile the most
(even though I lost my two front teeth
but mummy said the fairy tooth mother had them.
I don't know what that means
because she was already my mother)
so I colored us in a big red heart
around a table
with a big bowl of mac 'n' cheese and
a jug of apple juice.
⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎
great, now i want mac 'n' cheese
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