Caleb woke early. Today was her birthday, and he planned to show her how much he loved her. He slipped from the bed and tiptoed to the kitchen.
He dropped bread into the toaster and prepared a tray. Standing at the open refrigerator, he realized he hadn’t thought beyond the toast. He set butter, jam, and orange juice on the counter then added Lucky Charms and milk.
He filled the bowl with cereal, then topped the box, spilling cereal onto the counter and floor. He tried to pour the milk, but it sloshed over the edge of the bowl and onto the tray. Smoke snaked from the toaster and he beat the handle until the charred bread popped. His tossed the toast onto the plate and attempted to scrape away the black spots. Crumbs flew everywhere.
When he poured the orange juice, he knocked the glass and sent it crashing to the floor. This wasn’t going as he planned.
“Caleb! What are you doing?”
Caleb was pushing orange juice across the floor with a soaked paper towel.
“I’m sorry, Mommy. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to,” Caleb’s voice quivered, and a tear trickled down his cherub face. “I was making you breakfast in bed, and now it’s ruined.”
Darlene surveyed the splattered kitchen.
“You did this for me?” she asked as her hand covered her heart.
“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” she said as she scooped him into her arms.
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Jo Hawk The Writer