A Sunday breakfast


It was Sunday morning. The day when he took over the kitchen chores, the day he prepared her favourite breakfast and coffee, the day when he and kids woke her upto a breakfast on bed, the only day she over-slept.

She liked her coffee strong with less sugar, crispy slightly burnt toast and eggs with sunny side up. She cooked delicacies for him throughout the week. He was a bad cook, but she loved his Sunday breakfasts. The fact that he put effort made her love him more.

As usual, he woke up at sharp 7 am and rushed to wake up the kids. They began the Sunday special cluttering around in kitchen. He prepared eggs the way she liked, while kids made coffee and fiddled with the toaster.

The only thing amiss for the breakfast was she with her loving smile and sleepy eyes.


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