BE MY MOMMY

I waddle slowly down the stairs without making any alarming noises because I want to surprise these two people, who have become integral to me. I can't stay cooked up in that room of mine anymore. It has suffocated me adequately. Moreover, my hip doesn't hurt that much. See, I am not even trudging anymore. Andy is just taking advantage so that he can keep cuddling me on the bed all day. I don't mind, though, but at least he should let me walk around.

I cross the sitting room and proceed to the kitchen. I wonder what they are doing. The aroma is so inviting from afar, but why the silence? Why am I not hearing their little chit-chats or their outbursts of laughter?

"Something smells so sweet in here! What are you guys cooking?" I start announcing my presence the moment I set foot inside the beautiful kitchen, but I stop midway. The aroma is sweet, no doubt, but the atmosphere here is something else. "What happened? What's wrong?" I ask, strolling to where Andy and his daughter are perc