Every child has a fantasy of being left alone at home. This story is about my first home alone experience with my brother for few hours.
Mom was saying again and again to him, don’t leave her alone, don’t go out to play, take care of her, I will be back in two hours. My brother was nodding his head and was grinning back at me. I was continuously asking mom to take me with her. She kept refusing saying children shouldn’t go to mourning places.
Mom was going pay visit to some one’s grieving prayer, so she couldn’t take me with her. As for me ,I actually didn’t trust my brother’s promise of not going out and at the age of five, no child want to be alone at home even for few seconds.
So mom left me assuring she will be back soon and my brother won’t go out. As soon as mom left us, my brother started TV in loud volume. After turning few channels and realizing nothing worthwhile is coming, he looked up at me and asked would you like to eat something.
Me(surprisingly): Mom didn’t cook anything for us.
Bro(wickedly): Who said she did. I am asking would you like to have something if I cook it.
Me(awe) : Do you know how to cook.
Bro(shrugged): I know everything.
Me(smiling): Ok, I would like to have chips.
My brother got up and asked me to accompany him in kitchen. He climbed on the kitchen slab and took out the home-made raw potato chips. He poured oil in pan and started frying the chips. I got bore seeing him doing the task, so I want back to room and started watching TV.
After few minutes , my brother came with a plate full of chips, black burned chips. I glanced at the plate and then at his face.
Me(annoyingly): What is this?
Bro(apologetically): Oh, few of them got burned, but you can eat them from side.
Me(stubbornly): I don’t want to eat this, you eat this burned chips.
Bro(thinking): Ok! I can make something else for you.
Me(squinting) : Are you sure to make it right?
He left the room and came back after half an hour with a bowl full of carrot and bit of milk.
Me(inquiring): What is it?
Bro(proudly): Carrot pudding.
Me(shockingly): You made it so fast, mom says it takes hours to make it.
Bro(jerking his head): I am a fast chef.
I took the bowl and started eating it. I realized, it didn’t tasted like mom’s pudding. It was mixture of carrot and milk with undissolved sugar. But it was the first meal my brother cooked for us. It had the enhance of love , hardship and bonding.
Later on my brother hid the burned plate on the exhaust fan place. Mom caught us, the moment she entered kitchen, because we didn’t knew then that frying and burning has strong smell.
PS: Tell me what you did when for the first time your parents left you alone at home? Share your home alone story?
This my attempt for the Eighth day of the A-Z Challenge.
Day 8: H(alphabet)