Hello everyone. Around 4 AM, I heard a loud hissing sound – heavy rain, but without the usual thunder. I listened to the rain and woke up again to my alarm clock at 5:30 AM. I got up to prepare food for my daughters. Today, my eldest daughter wanted to take her lunch to school. So, I prepared two lunch boxes for both of them. I chose something simple: cooked rice in a lunchbox, along with stir-fried pork with basil and an omelet for my daughters.
The freshly cooked rice, piping hot and fragrant, along with the freshly prepared dishes, still steaming, were delightful. My youngest daughter, dressed and ready, came down to the kitchen and saw me packing rice into her lunchbox. She gave me a sweet smile, and I asked if she thought the amount of rice was enough for her. She replied that it was perfect for her lunch. She said the lunch I made looked and tasted better than the school lunch, so she asked me to prepare lunch for her every day. Haha! Now I have to adjust my wake-up time to 5:30 AM to have time to prepare the lunchboxes for the children. I think it won't be too difficult, except for deciding what to feed them each day, but that's definitely within my capabilities.
Cooking meals for my children, having time to play with them, paying attention to them, seeing their genuine smiles and conversations—it makes me feel so happy. In the evenings, I take them for walks at the playground where they can meet their friends. Then, when we get home, after bathing and eating, I still have time to play with them before bed. It's the bond we've built within our family. Cooking for my children is also a way of showing the care I give them, and they will remember it as they grow up. That's all for my article today. Thank you to everyone who stopped by to read and for your continued support. See you again, goodbye everyone!
