The only thing that made sense in my chaotic world was my children. Ophelia and Orlando knew exactly how to put a smile on my face, as they didn’t care about the nonsense of the adults. Cheering me up with their smiles and enthusiasm for life, they knew exactly how to turn a frown upside down.
“Mother, this is for you to eat,” said Orlando, offering me a little plate. It contained clay balls, which he presented as food to me, as he was playing. “Since it’s warm, I would advise you to go slow on it, otherwise you might burn your mouth.”
“I will take care of that,” I answered, taking hold of the plate and then grabbing one of the imaginary food items and pretending to munch on it. “You have such great culinary skills, son.”
Blushing, as he fancied himself a well-established cook, Orlando
