“You came late!"
"You missed her.”
The children squealed as I rushed into the boarding area. I looked around at the travelers rushing by dragging their luggage behind them. The gate had already closed. I knew I had missed her by a few minutes.
“Beta, I tried! The traffic was horrible. There was a big accident.” I explained trying to convince myself more than to convince them. “You shouldn't have gone to work” my hubby pitched in as we walked out towards the paid parking.
“It was an emergency. I already feel bad ... don't make it worse. I didn't get to apologize for last night.” I replied as the roar of an overhead plane punctuated my guilty sigh.
"Leave your car here. I'll pick it up in the morning" he said revving up the engine. The scene outside the passenger window blurred to the previous evening. We were arguing about something stupid. I was so tired that I had snapped. I was not really angry with her.
A familiar aroma hugged me as we entered our home. The children hurried into the kitchen. “Me first!” “No, me first!” they yelled as they grabbed plates and spoons. Surprised, I looked at my hubby. He smiled at me understanding my confusion and handed over an envelope. I took a seat at the dining table as he served everyone. The children dug in as I silently read the note.
‘Dear,
Don't worry about the fight, we'll talk once I reach home. Let go. Enjoy the little things in life. Enjoy the Chicken Biryani.
With love,
Mom"
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