‘’Pearl, here you go.’’ Layla holds a box with my lotus milk cake that my family brought for me from their outings.
‘’Leave it on the table, I’ll come and eat it.’’ I say.
‘’You best eat it.’’ Layla rose her brown eyebrows, setting the box down.
THUD.
The box fell.
The cake bounced out, bending over.
‘’Oh no! save it!’’ screamed Mum. Layla dived for the milk cake; its face splattered on the carpet. She picked up the cake in her hands, examining it for dirt.
‘’Oh no! I'm sorry your cake has fallen.’’ Mum looked solemnly at the cake as Layla scrutinised it, before laying it down in the box.
‘’You best eat it now,’’ declared Layla, almost glaring at me with her brown eyes, ‘’We brought it home with so much love. Please eat it now. There's no dirt on it.''
‘’Okay.’’ I take the box, glimpsing at the cake, praying there was no cat fur or dirt. I start eating the cake slowly, trying to ignore the knowledge that the cake had hugged the carpet.
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‘’Hey, do you want a macaron? That Poppy made?’’ Mum called out to Dad in Arabic. I approach Mum, who stood in front of the fridge.
‘’She did a good job with the pistachio macarons, I don’t usually like it but its really nice.’’ I praised, as Mum opens the lid for me, (one hand that holds the box and the other, opening the lid) picked up the two macarons before it slipped out of her hands.
‘’Oh no!’’
I dived for the small macarons that laid on the floor, picking it up.
Holding the macarons in my hand, mum says: ‘’Oh no! I don’t know what's wrong with us-‘’ she started to laugh, slowly slipping into uncontrollable laughter.
I began laughing, tears forming in my eyes, unable to control it. Stomping my feet, unable to contain my laughter.
Layla dropped my cake. Now Mum's dropped the macarons.
I laughed, clutching the macarons.
‘’What happened?’’ A call came from the other room.
We both laughed hysterically.
Mum gradually calms down, ‘’We’ve dropped the macarons. What is wrong with us today? We seem to keep dropping things.''
''I know right.'' Calming down, I return the macarons back into its box, and Mum puts the box back into the fridge.
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