She should be down by now, he thought to himself.
He scooped up some of the porridge, poured it into a china bowl and handed it to her. “Bread makes you fat.” She pulled a face but took it anyway. She then sat at the table and gluttonously finished her bowl of porridge. He went to sit at the table to eat his breakfast too. “Daddy, do I look sick?” He looked up from his bowl. “Are you sick?” She did appear paler.. “Nope. I had just put on a lighter foundation today so that my boss will be convinced that I’m sick and skip the nagging today,” She cheekily smiled. Her expression reminded him so much of his wife. He said a couple of Chinese words she didn’t understand and continued eating.
“Alright, I’ll go first. Bye, daddy!” She called as she slipped into her heels and kissed a picture that was framed on the wall. “Bye, mommy,” she whispered and then raced out the door. He quietly walked into the living room carrying his newspaper. But just before he was about to sit and read, he heard a familiar scream. He quickly rushed outside.
There he saw her on the ground with her broken heel just a few centimeters away. “I’m okay. It got stuck on a crack and broke,” she pointed at the broken heel. She smiled at him but he knew better that she was in pain. He turned and went back into the house, deadpan. Once he disappeared from her sight, she tried to get up. It took awhile but eventually she got on her two feet.
After a few minutes, he reappeared with her sport shoes. Gently, he placed them in front of her feet. “Boys like girls who run. You should run more often, then maybe you’ll get a boyfriend,” He tried to hide his smile. She noticed it though and it amused her. She knew he hardly smiles. “If you actually knew the number of admirers I have, you’ll probably get a heart attack. Your daughter is very popular among the guys, you know,” she winked. A small smile finally came out of hiding.
I love… you too.
“Go in the house, I’m going now. I love you!” She ran in her sport shoes towards her car. He watched her back and after a few seconds of hesitation, he carefully said,”I love… you too.” But before those words reached her, the wind snatched it and brought them away.
By Clarissa Tan Wei Minn