Breakfast Tea
Every morning when Papa went back home from his journey or from wherever he’s supposed to be...
I spent one or a half an hour to take a sneak peek Papa & Mama’s secret recipe
Their secret how they feed their love with breakfast tea.
I swear I’d never be get bored to see this same scene even for more million years
How beautiful that moment was… though my duty was only capturing the memory
It began after our ‘dawn time family stargazing’
When it’s done, we would got back inside. Mama would prepared our breakfast, tea and also snacks
Papa would prepared the one table and a pair of chairs at the garden
And we (the children) watched tv cartoon
Then Mama served their breakfast tea
They sat under the sunrise and dew on grass
I began to admire their moment… How Mama didn’t want to share her tea because papa loved to dip his cookie, but Mama loved to keep her tea pure without mixture of cookie crumbles
Mama then started to complain about this and that but Papa always laughed and told her how pretty she was when she got mad
They talked , they laughed, they smiled. Then Papa poured his tea, followed by 2 tea spoon of sugar.
I began to understand that moment was their first reason to spend the rest of their life as husband and wife. There i could saw love and in this one or a half an hour the argues, and jealousy we forgot.
But now Mama only serves coffee, because nobody prepares the table and a pair of chairs or someone urges to dip cookies to Mama’s tea.
But Mama… don’t worry. I’ve made my promise that one day I’l have my turn to serve the tea, and my husband prepares the table and a pair of chairs. We’ll do this again and I’ll invite you to be my honorable guest. And I believe Papa would be there too, follows to add 2 of tea spoon of sugar… having the breakfast tea.