For dinner, you made asparagus and pork chops,
my favourite combination.

Do moms have a sixth sense when they know that something bad is going to happen?

You smiled and said, "I made your favourite."

I said, "I'm going to miss this."

But you didn't understand,
you thought I meant that there weren't asparagus left to cook for tomorrow, so you said "Sweetie, don't worry, I can make some more for dinner tomorrow."



I wonder if you and dad can finish food for three people,
when there will only be two people at the table.