"Fly high... I know, mom" I did it again.
My mom looked at me proudly. She had always been there for me. However times changed, I will grow up and unknown at that point of time, I did shut her out of a few chapters of my life.
"I'm going to frame this piece of work." She took the drawing paper and tried to iron it a little flatter with the palm of her hand. Suddenly there was a sharp odour of burnt pot.
"Oh shit, the soup!" mom exclaimed. We ran downstairs, greeted by the smell of ash and saw smoke coming out of the kitchen. "Oh no, oh no!" Mom quickly doused the blacken pot with cold water and switched off the gas.
As things sizzled to a calm, mom emptied the burnt ingredients into the sink and held up the pot. There was a hole at the base of the pot. "Holey smoke, pun intended."
She peered through the hole, and we caught each other's eyes. And suddenly we broke into hysterical laughter. Seemed like we were going to have KFC for dinner. Not a terrible day after all.