I will eat breakfast only when mommy’s around. Amanda thought as she took the Sunday newspaper in her small hands. Every week she waited for this day when she could maunder about all that she did in school.
She had finished reading all comic strips when she felt hunger pangs. She looked at the big clock on the wall while the food lay on the table.
She folded the newspaper and dropped it in mom’s chair. A tiny piece of paper slipped from the pages. It read,
Honey, I’m off to office, got an urgent call from my bald boss. Finish the breakfast, I’ll be late.