Brunch
She sighed at the door and then entered the house and with a smile on her face.
A huge smile, a smile that seemed to be almost laughing.
She placed the contents of a paper bag on the table while calling her littler brother, trying to find out where he would be hiding this time.
She looked under the table and he wasn’t there.
He was hiding behind a mattress.
A mattress leaning against the wall, on top of three other mattresses in the corner of the room.
He came from behind the mattress and jumped from the top of an imaginary mountain; anxious to see whatever it would be on the table.
“Finally…I am sooo hungry!” he screamed, running the few steps, holding abruptly on the table not to fall, laughing as only a hungry child can laugh, seeing something eatable and reachable.
There was bread and peanut butter. Milk and apples.
She sliced the apples (there were two of them) and placed all beautifully on the table, in front of his hungry eyes, making a flower with the sliced pieces.
She cut the bread, creating triangles, saying to her little brother while making the peanut butter on the bread:
“Now we say thanks and eat.”
“Wow, so many things! I am sooo hungry! Thank you!” he screamed.
“Do not thank me, thank the planet, that gave us the food we eat.”
“Why the planet does not give us food in the morning as we wake up?
Why are you never back earlier?
I wake up alone, you are always already gone. Why?”
“I go out before you wake up and come back to bring you brunch”, she answered.
“Why brunch and not breakfast? Not lunch?” asked her little brother.
“Because…,” she said,...
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