It is a small experiment in creativity, you choose a word, search a free resource site for the image or photograph that results in a list, and then write a short narrative about it.
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For this occasion the word was chosen: #Strawberries
"Martha, be careful with the utensils" I warned my daughter as I put the strawberries down on the kitchen table for a moment.
"Yes mom." she answers me with a hint of annoyance very hidden in her soft voice.
I can recognize all her emotions, even those that are so hidden from the surface that she herself is not able to be aware that she has them, that caused me a peaceful smile.
I stop what I'm doing for a few seconds and I approach her, she hugged her affectionately and she is surprised by the contact without notice or apparent reason, but in a very short time he hugged me back and I can feel her warmth.
"My love, I don't want to bother you, it's just that I worry, perhaps excessively, that you hurt yourself." I explained calmly as I pulled away and patted her head.
Her hair feels soft to the touch, it is not completely straight, but if it is very soft, every wave and every strand of that hair is adorable.
She looks at me and seems to understand that she was a bit annoyed by my reiteration of things that were obvious to her. Well, I guess having patience with a new mother is also part of the problems that a first-born daughter faces.
The smell of the preparation is flooding the whole kitchen, it is time to place the fruits in the preparation and cover them with the caramel, it is a really rare way to prepare the cover of this sweet, but it is very simple to do. We prepare a very sweet biscuit that serves as a tray, we fill it with chema and strawberries and then we sprinkle a cooked caramel with a touch of gelatin, when the temperature drops a little we will put it in the refrigerator for a few minutes and a nice and sweet dessert.
My daughter does everything with care and precision, I cannot point out mistakes to her and I see that she has learned everything I have told her from the previous occasions. I can sigh thinking of the times when I was a little clumsy and gave me very different kinds of problems when we started cooking.
Now she is more than capable of #cooking whatever she wants on her own. It is something that makes me happy, but it gives me a contradictory feeling, it is the achievement that she learned, but also the emptiness that she no longer needs me to teach her.
As the minutes pass we sit very close and I take the opportunity to hug her again, feel her warmth and presence. She is very patient and accepts my invasion of her personal space.
The weather is calm and I can remember the moments when I held her for the first time in my arms, some time has passed. I think these moments could well be eternal, but I know that everything has to move, the only thing I can do is treasure these events and then cultivate the memories, which will be all that will remain.
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