THREE

The tantalising aroma of my mum's cooking filled my nostril as I sat on my bed,  rubbing my eyes wearily.  My mum's cooking had a way of waking me up from my sleep and as I sat, I tried to tell what she was preparing from the aroma. It was high time I believed the saying: good food is the way to a man's heart. My mother's cooking made my heart flutter every time.

With water dripping from my hair, I walked to the kitchen where my mum stood with an apron tied to her waist.  She had her back turned to me so I walked closer to her and rested my chin on her shoulder as I peeped at the content in the pot.

That singular gesture made my mum flinch a bit but when she saw it was just me, she raised the spatula in her hand to smack me. I dodged her attack and we both fell into a fit of giggles when some content on the spatula splashed on my face.  

"I thought you had plans to sleep thro