I felt someone tap me lightly on the shoulder and then came the whisper.
"Wake up."
There was only one person in this house that would wake you up from slumber in an irritatingly enticing way and that person was Dad.
"Kiara come on, wake up." He said, still tapping me. I frowned and turned only to wake the drummers in my head, causing me to wince in pain.
"I know you're awake." He said.
I felt him move across the room and I was glad to think he had given up trying to get me out of bed. It wasn't until I felt the sharp rays of sunlight hitting my eyelids did I know he was serious.
"What the heck, Dad." I muttered, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the light.
"Language, Missy." He walked back to me and sat on the bed. "Good morning, baby." He smiled, handing me a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water.
"Argh." I blinked, massaging my head.
"How are you feeling?"
I frowned. "Dad, are you seriously asking me that?" He shrugged, smiling. "If you must know then I'll tell you that waking up with a massive hangover and light rays piercing your eyes isn't a great way to start the day." I huffed.
"Sorry darling, but you left me no choice." He smiled, gently brushing my hair out of my face with his index finger.
"Why are you here anyways?" I asked, struggling to sit upright without reawakening the drummers in my head.
"Besides checking on my daughter, I need your help in the kitchen." He stood and strolled towards the door.
"Dad, just let me sleep a little more." I sank back into the bed pulling the blanket over my shoulders. "Wake Krystal up to help you."
At that, he spun around and narrowed his eyes at me. "Can you hear yourself? It's already 11:00 am and you want to go back to sleep." I frowned. "I give you a few minutes to get out of that bed. Do that quickly and quietly." He said with an air of finality and left the room.
"This isn't fair." I puffed hastily and stood up with a stretch. Making dad angry was something I dreaded and it is probably the last thing I wanted to do this morning.
I walked into the kitchen to see him preparing so much food and different varieties at that. "Dad, what's the occasion?" I yawned.
He glanced at me and continued with what he was doing. "Must there always be an occasion?" He answered.
"No, but I can't remember the last time you cooked this much." I walked closer to examine what he was doing.
Dad was generally a neat person -owing to his profession but when it came to cooking, his hobby, he was extraordinarily neat and whoever was working with him was expected to abide by that rule. I think I learnt that from him though cooking isn't, particularly my hobby.
"Indeed. Could you please pass the bowl behind you?"
I nodded and passed it to him. "What can I do to assist?" I pulled my hair in a messy bun.
"Yea, help me dice the meat." He answered, chopping some vegetables.
"Okay." I answered and got down to business.
We were both quiet, doing our chores, each of us lost in our thoughts. The silence was comfortable for the morning, the only sound I could hear was that of the steam cooker, the knife against the chopping board and dad's occasional sighs.
"Hey, stop that." Dad's voice rang suddenly, giving me quite a shock.
I gasped and sighed. "Oh dear Lord! Dad, you scared me." I raised my left hand to my chest.
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