Danny ran up the stairs two at a time in a rush to get to the kitchen before his sister Katie who was running behind him. As the older child, he had the speed and strength to beat his sister and he loved any opportunity to prove that he could do so.
The concept of male versus female wasn’t something that had entered his mind at such an early age and he saw himself competing with his younger sister as an equal opportunity challenge that he always won due to his superior skill and strength.
The smell of his Mum's baking was wafting through the house and on a Sunday when she had the spare time and the chance to show her kids love through cooking it was something she always tried to practise.
Today she had just baked some Gingerbread Men for Easter, and as they lay on the baking tray cooling off, she shouted once again for the kids to come and receive their love within her cookie dough.
“Come on kids, these gingerbread Men will start eating each other if you don’t get here soon and stop them” she called out from the kitchen.
The kids managed to push their way to the top of the stairs and then jostled and hustled their way into the kitchen, pushing and shoving each other all the way.
On entering the kitchen as they saw the gingerbread men all stood up in different places around the kitchen, along the window ledge, and standing up against the microwave. Something that their mother placed them to make the kid's experience more fun, both children ran up to her and cuddled her tightly around her waist.
On receiving her hugs the mother felt the pang of love she so often missed. She worked so hard, spending late nights at the office to earn the money she badly needed to afford the home now that Dean her husband had left her last year.
The love from her kids was rare and exclusive and for some reason, she felt that she had to earn it whenever she could. Now that it was just her and the kids she had pangs of guilt for leaving them alone for so long and these Sunday’s baking presents for her children felt so special. This was a cuddle to be savoured, just like the kids would savour the baked gifts of love she had delivered them through guilt and motherhood.
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