The smell of waffles filled the small house. It was a bright October morning and Susan was hard at work. Humming a soft tune to herself she placed a freshly prepared waffle on his favourite blue plate. She carefully added extra maple syrup knowing he loved it. She smiled imagining how happy he would be on seeing his favourite breakfast. He had asked her to prepare the waffles for him last month but she was too caught up in the latest case. Now that she was off from work, she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
Anna had been watching her mother the entire morning. She had begged her a thousand times not go to the kitchen. But on seeing her excitement today she couldn't find it in her to stop her.
Susan placed a cup of hot chocolate on a tray along with the waffles and proceeded towards his bedroom. She remembered how hard it was to wake him up as a child. He used to be such a heavy sleeper.
As she was about to turn the door knob of his room David caught her hand.
"What are you doing ??"
Susan looked up at him with a surprised look on her face. She pointed towards the tray in her hands.
"I brought him breakfast."
David took a deep sigh. He looked at her with a thoughtful expression on his face as if he was trying to decipher the way her mind worked.
"You can't go in."
"Let me go David. He needs to get up. He's already late for his drawing class."
She tried to open the door once more and this time David pushed her back. The tray slipped from her hand and crashed on the tiled floor.
"David", she yelled. "What have you done?"
David came closer and held her hand and wispered , "When will you stop?"
"What are you talking about? I made his favourite breakfast and ..."
"For God's sake Susan, he's dead. Our son is dead." , David yelled.
Susan looked at him as if he was speaking in a strange language. She paused for a moment before turning towards the kitchen.
"I need to make more waffles. He loves it."
