Inspired by The Mexi Movie Blog, her Thursday Doors
They always meet each other in the kitchen. Every Sunday morning.
“Hey! Today is August 4, 2026. Smiiilllleeees! ” – said a loud, but cute voice from the hall.
“Morning, sweet heart. Your breakfast is getting grumpy. Who are you talking to? Dad is up?”
Parents. They are everywhere. You simply can’t hide from them. Maybe I should call to Tom Cruise and tell him: “I’ve found impossible mission for you! Get your arse over here! Now!”
“I’m not talking to you, mom.” – a teenage girl entered the kitchen. Her blonde hair was poker-straight and pulled back into a low pony-tail.
“With whom you are talking then…?”
“With my beautifying make up cam. You know I’m thinking all the time about becoming a brunette. Yes, I know, I know, again! But then I’m thinking that in only a week my blonde roots would be showing and it would make me look old…and…”
Really? What can be more sad when your child is talking to a camera instead of enjoying the breakfast with the parents on Sunday morning. Your parenting skills sucks, Amelia. And it’s too late to fix it. Or maybe not…
“Put iPhone down, please, its a breakfast time. And you don’t need any make up beautifying cam. You are too beautiful!”
Yeah, even if I’ve had a potato-nose I’d still be too beautiful. Parents. Gaaawwwwwddd! Do you see now what I mean??? I wanna out! Like right now!
“Am toooooo beautiful for you, cam. Yo!
I’m just the curious girl ‘cross the way
Every day I come over and here’s what I say…
Whatcha doin’, whatcha doin’? la la la la
Whatcha doin’, whatcha doin’..” – singing a girl to the camera on her phone.
No, parenting isn’t easy. How they said yesterday in that documentary “Developing good parenting skills will ensure a stronger bond with your child!” No skills – no bonds. Oh, look who is arriving – a Father. Of. The. Family. Finally.
“What’s up, ladies?” – said still sleepy male voice.
“Hello, beauty queen! Hello World!” – he kissed daughters forehead.
“She doesn’t talk to you, she’s talking with her reflection,” – said annoyed woman, looking at them while cooking.
“Girls and mirrors…haha”
My dad. A special kind of animal. Very unique. Too happy to be true. Too sticky-sweet. Probably hiding some fat-ass-new-secretary behind his desk. But… at least he doesn’t scream at me “Be at home by 10pm” or “Show me your home-work!Now!” as my mom does. Home-work? I’m not twelve!
“It was in 15th century, daddy. There’re no mirrors anymore. There’re instagrams and snapchats. If I could ask Santa or God about anything – I’d ask about millions followers on instagram, like Justin. Girls at the school would diiiieeeeee! Haha”
“Don’t you have other wishes?” – asked dad while drinking his juice.
“Hm… what else could it be?”
The kitchen. The man is alone.
“Hey…” – he said smiling at the camera. “Ok, let’s see – hashtag #bestmorning hashtag #myfamilyISbest hashtag #happydad hashtag #smile.”
And he posted his selfie.
Living in Sweden. Happy and kind. Russian and #badgram English. Coffee and Tea. Dogs. Coding haha. Web design. Social Media. Fun. Health... everything day by day :)
Пишу на русском и на английском.