My wife has a cold and has to go to hospital and stays at home from morning till night, lying down facing the TV or sleeping in the bedroom. I will bring her a blanket and put it on her. The first day is soup, the second day is turnip soup. On the third day, I gave him meat broth and on the fourth day, I made sure that the food was ready to be cooked. I always bring him tea because warm liquids are very effective. In short, thank God, he got better after three days.
My son came home from school and was coughing. He had a fever from night to morning. I controlled his fever several times so that he wouldn’t rise in his sleep. I didn’t send him to school the next day. I gave him soup, hot milk and honey with boiled eggs for his breakfast. I took orange and lemon juice, vitamin C is very good for colds, and I took care of him the whole day.
Thank God he got up
Wow, it seems like I have a cold. In the morning, when I coughed, I had a sore throat and almost coughed. My bones hurt, especially my shoulders. There is no other way. I got up. I left breakfast for my wife and child. They have to go to work. Those who left, I loaded lunch for those who left the soup. I don’t eat, I don’t have any problems, I make two meals, a small soup for myself and bean rice for them. I drink tea often. My children come, I set the table and they eat like the previous days, but I ate soup, as if they didn’t notice that I was abstaining from food, and no one heard my cough. After lunch, even the thought of washing the dishes was painful for me. I went and put a blanket on me to sleep. My wife entered the room and said, “You didn’t give me the usual teas today after lunch, my lady.”
At that moment, I also remembered my mother. May God give her health, she used to cook my lunch and dinner and send it to my brother. She would also come with a delicious soup for me and prepare a little for me. He used to call me and ask how I was doing. Before going to Bakht Dem’s house, my grandmother told me: Kiss your mother’s hand and without it, for a woman, only mother works in the moment of unhappiness.
I enter the shop and choose a series of glasses, saucers and toy green teapots. The seller says: Take the pink one, it’s more girly. I say: I want it for my son.
He looks at me with surprise and says: If you take a car or a toolbox, an airplane or a flashlight. A boy who does not cook.
I review with myself, in a world where women work side by side with men, men should learn to relieve their fatigue with tea. In a world where women have become obsessed with the concept of checks and installments and loans, it is a shame that men are strangers to the recipe of vegetable soup and bottom of the pot of pasta. I wish a strong wife for my child. A woman whose pleasure is not limited to shopping. A woman who understands politics, weaves poetry, reads books and is not ignorant of the world around her. In order for my son to be worthy of such a woman, he must learn to make cinnamon tea. Learn to cook. sing a lullaby Caress and say romantic sentences.
My three-year-old Daniel holds the green toy stick towards me. I look at him and he says: “Drink the cinnamon tea I made for you.”
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Author: Dr. Elmira Laeeq
This post is written by Sara_b_h