Milk

In blinded morning, a can of sweetened milk on hand. Ran to Papa, telling him its emptiness. Papa said, "Mama is being so busy" while I was thinking "Maybe, Mama has a liter of milk" He sealed my mouth by his promise, buying a fresh one. I just stopped wondering "Is it mine or Papa's?". Then, I thought the most correct one was "It is Mama's". I didn't care, indeed. I was just thirsty of milk. In half day, Papa came home. Yelled at him cheerfully, unpacked his bag. But, I found nothing till the last stuff. An innocent faced-Papa said "Sorry", butI was a child, only thought crying loudly was saying much. Mama came to me and said "Don't cry!, I have a liter of milk". An innocent face changed into panic. Mama picked me, taking me to her room. Papa followed us hurriedly, grabbed Mama and stay a little bit away from me. They were talking too fast, incoherently: sounding like bilingual voices. Mama turned up and walked, left Papa with his panic face. In the room, Mama had me to lie in a soft bed. I took a brief look at Papa, he stood still behind the door. While Mama changed her suit, I was thinking of "what's wrong with Papa". I didn't care, indeed. I was just thirsty of milk, not a MILK: 'MOM, I'd Like to Knock'. In mid of wondering, Mama surprised me, brought me a pack of fresh milk. I only said thanks, kissed her and ran away to my room, stopped a while to look at Papa, he gave me a big smile. Then, I canceled to say "Don't be panic, Papa!" and ran away