Romance about Immigration

and my pal the cook has to go to work. Blessed are the hands that made out of nothing a soup, a salad and a cake. Of course, I will finish the decoration and the cream sauce, run!

Boys, listen to big brother and carry laundry to the cabinets, fuck ironing today. What does it mean "will not wash bathroom"? But it was no problem to wash your palette of watercolors in the shower, right? I will withdraw the chocolate! Or at least the ketchup! If I see one splash of color I will! Oh, who is awake, hello, little, what is this fever about? Teeth, nothing, will pass and when it goes, you can bite them all! Here is kefir in a bottle and be quiet! Cuddling later! Did I cuddle last dryer? No, no need to pour water all over the floor in the hallway to show me that the bathroom is being washed, otherwise the neighbors’ chandelier at the floor below will drop again! Is the living room cleared? The bird Sirin has shitted again and has boarded the curtain rod again? Hell, that was the last roll of paper towels, take toilet paper and wipe. You will handle that yourself or else the caramel for cream brulle would burn to charcoal!

Coo-coo-coo-coo-coo! Heck, it was not a bird from the cream but the cuckoo from the clock! Almost simultaneously, the phone rings.

- Hello! What are you doing at home?

- Well, we passed by to see how you are doing.

- Ugh, these ladies’ tea times of yours! Where's my wife?

- In the bathroom, makes herself beautiful for your birthday! I am supervising the youngest while she is in the shower and then I will go!

- Well, no problem, because I'm hungry and I'm in traffic, maybe twenty more minutes will not be able to get home. I so wish to celebrate with my family!

Fine, I get the hint and the countdown begins. Get up, darling, and in the bathroom! I know you said only five minutes, of which three have not lapsed, but the head of the family will be here after nineteen minutes and thirty seconds, he keeps his man’s word. Last runs, the last dryer is distributed from the living room by the two younger ones, the big brother sets the table, I arrange the strawberries on the strawberry cake. Change the youngest, iron the party dress of his mother, who already is drying her hair and trying to make up the circles under her eyes. It is a waste of foundation, you need base coats, mortar and plaster. So do not forget that champagne is in the freezer, and crème brulle in the stove! And smile, say that you tried a new recipe for the borscht. Return to the friend her dryer’s card, bye, you have about two minutes remaining, damn, guys lined up at the door, singing in unison with all your strength "Happy Birthday, Daddy!" We will leave by the fire escape, you will lock it later! Birthday is a family holiday!

The bird Sirin managed to mark my jacket also. I do consider in earnest a new, fast recipe, maybe without cream. Perhaps we can discuss it at next ladies' tea.

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