She won every time. I was always the impatient one. I'd complain as I did it: "Why do I always have to?" It wasn't until years later that I realised I should have just dished up my own dinner rather than everyone's, but at the time it didn't even occur to me.
I can smell those meals, the ones carefully thought out - something we'd all enjoy, a dinner that could be cooked ahead of time as Mum rushed around getting ready for work. Hot and hearty, but quick. I still love that combination in a meal; it comforts me.
I can see it, too. The dash from the bedroom to the kitchen to quickly stir it in between doing her makeup, then rushing back again sighing as she glanced at the clock on the way. I'd watch as she transformed from Mum and Housewife to Professional. I was in awe of that.
Then she was gone and the waiting game began. I was always the impatient one, always ready to eat as soon as the meal was ready. I could smell it and I just couldn't wait any longer. Always in a rush - let's get this done and move onto the next thing.
Always in a rush to get off that nothingness couch.
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