My doctor is a bore

Frets like a mother hen

The fuss?

My weight

 

Who will deny me those late night raids in the kitchen

while the house slept?

those tippy-toe moments as I hear a door swing-

pause

silence

Oh, dad, I just came for water. Feeling thirsty

Lights out.

Wait

The snoring of a boar

My door opens again and on tippy toes I go,

back to my love waiting for me

in the kitchen

in the fridge

in the orange bowl that mom put the caramel-coated sponge cake

Crunch crunch. Mission accomplished.

 

Hours later.

Morning

Has my sin been discovered?

The whole family is gathered around for breakfast

and there’s none for me.

 

Where’s my breakfast, mom?

And like a well-rehearsed song, they echo back at me:

“You can’t have a second breakfast!”