The electronic doors open to the accompaniment of sound. They enter. Some are unknown to me but others I see everyday. These are people from all walks of life: men dressed in suits or jeans; women huddled in their coats or holding the hand of a little one; teens on their way to school with their backpack hanging over their shoulder. I notice that the woman with the red hair is not feeling well today: she keeps wiping her nose with the tissue she holds in her hand. The middle-aged man in a suit looks as if he did not get enough sleep last night. When will these humans learn that sleep deprivation is not the answer to keeping a deadline?Ah, young love is opposite me. I enjoy hearing the giggles, the whispers and seeing the joy they experience at being together. Not at all like the couple next to me who pointedly avoid speaking to one another, Blackberries in their hands. A bleary-eyed young man welcomes the sight of me with a sigh. Not enough sleep, but he sits with a contented smile on his face. Something is making him happy. The doors swish open again and some people leave while yet more enter.
Yesterday my daughter celebrated her 14th birthday with a group of her friends. They came on over during the afternoon, spent time together, then had the dinner cooked for them by my husband. I wrote a personification of one of the things they ate to add a little mystery to the day. I loved the answers you gave – and I think I will consider those things for my daughter’s 15th birthday party (especially the chocolate fountain! 🙂 ).
The mystery food was a chocolate birthday cake – my daughters’ favourite type of cake. Freshly baked and iced by me, the cake crumbled as I sliced pieces for the guests. Each teenage girl enjoyed their slice – with many asking for seconds.
A fun time was had by everyone at the party.
I would like to thank you all for playing along yesterday and sharing your guesses with us.
One by one the young teen girls enter, excited to spend some time with their friend. They admire me as they enter: “Cool!” is a comment I particularly liked. The girls spread themselves around the living area – sprawling on the sofas or sitting on the floor. Their chatter remind me a little of the twitter of birds in the spring time and is a sound I enjoy listening to. I am ignored while conversation flows and the movie is watched. I bide my time, knowing I will once again become the focus of their attention. In the meantime, the dad is chopping vegetables in the kitchen in preparation for the dinner he is cooking. The sounds are unable to drown the children’s banter and laughter, adding instead to the atmosphere within the apartment. Dinner is ready! I am taken aside while the noodles are spring rolls grace the table. The food is enjoyed, with many coming for seconds. The dad does cook tasty noodles and the girls have looked forward to eating them since they received the invitation. The table is cleared and then it is my turn. I hope that they will enjoy what I bring to them.