So due to some scheduling conflicts my parents ended up coming to see their grandaughter in March. They also ended up coming and staying with us for six weeks.
Don't worry said my sister, they plan to travel a lot. They'll probably only be with you guys for like a week.
When they came I casually worked into the conversation their plans.
Oh we want to visit some friends in Denmark and Belgium and then go on a cruise. Have you booked yet? I enquired. No, they replied unconcerned.
I tried to solidify some plans but they were more interested in unpacking the rice bowls and chopsticks. Next they unpacked our gifts which included a pink piggy tissue box holder (Um, ok. smiled Husband), fake flowers from Vietnam (Is that salad? asked Husband), and a giant American girl doll (She's creepy, whispered Husband).
I discreetly put these things away and out of sight.
That evening the smell of fish sauce filled the apartment and we all sat down for my mom's homecooked dinner of rice, tomato farcé, grilled fish, and shrimp vegtable soup. The sound of chopsticks clinking against plastic bowls filled the air.
The next day I woke up to breastfeed and ran into my mom, bright and early.
Good morning! greeted my mom with a big smile. I greeted her back and made my way to the baby's room. After feeding I reached over to grab a tissue to wipe off some drool and there she was, the pink piggy smiling at me from the tissue box.
My mother, apparently, had been busy.
A bit disconcerted I continued on to breastfast only to find there, on the center of the dining room table, stood the fake flowers.
Craving some distance I moved to the couch to watch the news and there, next to the t.v. was American girl doll staring straight at me.
Yes, she had been busy indeed.
Don't worry said my sister, they plan to travel a lot. They'll probably only be with you guys for like a week.
When they came I casually worked into the conversation their plans.
Oh we want to visit some friends in Denmark and Belgium and then go on a cruise. Have you booked yet? I enquired. No, they replied unconcerned.
I tried to solidify some plans but they were more interested in unpacking the rice bowls and chopsticks. Next they unpacked our gifts which included a pink piggy tissue box holder (Um, ok. smiled Husband), fake flowers from Vietnam (Is that salad? asked Husband), and a giant American girl doll (She's creepy, whispered Husband).
I discreetly put these things away and out of sight.
That evening the smell of fish sauce filled the apartment and we all sat down for my mom's homecooked dinner of rice, tomato farcé, grilled fish, and shrimp vegtable soup. The sound of chopsticks clinking against plastic bowls filled the air.
The next day I woke up to breastfeed and ran into my mom, bright and early.
Good morning! greeted my mom with a big smile. I greeted her back and made my way to the baby's room. After feeding I reached over to grab a tissue to wipe off some drool and there she was, the pink piggy smiling at me from the tissue box.
My mother, apparently, had been busy.
A bit disconcerted I continued on to breastfast only to find there, on the center of the dining room table, stood the fake flowers.
Craving some distance I moved to the couch to watch the news and there, next to the t.v. was American girl doll staring straight at me.
Yes, she had been busy indeed.
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