A shadow stands by

As she crushes potatoes

Saying precaution about burns

As she flicks on stove

Hand guiding her

To make round parathas

Holding their breath

As she flips it on pan

Nodding at the colour

At the way she presses it

Taking it from her hand

As she grumbles about hunger

Laughing at the eager look

On the face of his daughter

Her Dad flipped it again

As she screamed ‘The Best Cook Ever’

 

For you Dad, you make the most delicious food ever. (Better than Mum)