I can smell the eggs and now hear Coco. My eyes dart to the alarm clock. It is only 4:27 am. Dang, I could have laid in bed for at least
another hour. Slowly I raise my hands
above my head and take a deep breath.
Here it goes, another day. Not
sure if it is Monday or Tuesday.
Ugh. Oh well. Normally I have time to just sit and think
about it for an hour. Not today!
I swing my legs off the bed till my toes touch the
ground. Do I want to go to the
kitchen? I sit for a moment then scratch
my brain. Almost as if that is going to
help me make my decision. Am I the only
person that talks to themselves? Yep, I am hungry, going to see what the heck
is going on.
Good morning sunshine.
My dad says as I arrive at the kitchen table. Wow dad, how long have you been at it. Well, I couldn’t sleep. So, I decided to make breakfast. I didn’t mean to wake you, if I did. But we both know how you are; you wake at 4
anyhow. Just like clockwork too. My alarm clock.
Dad brings over my favorite, a sunny side up egg over Gallo
Pinto, and a slab of avocado. The caramelized
sweet plantains, from what I remember was mom’s favorite with papa’s special
corn tortillas. Oh yeah, he even has
pineapple and mango, my favorites.
Most of the food we have is from the trade of our eggs, I am
thankful. Let’s see, I have 4 more
things to think of that I am thankful for before I eat. I am thankful for Coco being as confused as
me. I am thankful for my dad making
breakfast. I am thankful for a good
night’s rest. I am thankful it is not
MONDAY!!!! It is Friday, yeah!!!
You picked your 5 things already, didn’t you? Dad asks as he sits down to join me at the
table. How in the heck did he know I
think to myself as I scratch my brain again.
How do I know? Because you are my
daughter. How did you know what I was
thinking? I finally said out loud. Dad
just smiles then says, eat Mija, it is going to get cold.
Dad, why do you think Coco is crowing at 4:27, 4:29,
4:30? Well, you should ask him why, not
me. Then he laughs. Not funny dad. I honestly wasn’t joking. If you want to know, you have to study it to
figure it out. There is a lot to learn
from Coco, I am sure of it.
Again, more riddles from dad. I scratch my brain AGAIN. Then begin to eat. Well Coco is an odd one. I just hope the neighbors live with it. The lady in the restaurant was complaining
about “a rooster” crowing at odd hours in the morning. Coco seems to be pretty consistent with his
crowing, but it never seems to have anything to do with the sun coming up, I
laugh. Then I noticed, papa has mom’s
favorite flowers, dishes, and tablecloth out.
Coco
Lots to do so I quickly clean all the food
from my bowl and lick it to make sure I get every morsel. Oh my, Alba, did you even taste your
food? Sorry papa, I was thinking about
Coco. I want to ask him why he crows so
early. Like clockwork. Well, Coco is like you! Go, feed the chickens. I will finish clearing the table and do the
dishes. Also, don’t forget, in honor of
your mama, we are having a special dinner, which did you remember that Coco
hatched the same day as your mother’s birthday?
I scratch my brain. Oh, that is
why he has all of mom’s stuff out. I
should have known. Of course I
remembered, papa. Do you think I am
confused like Coco? Then I laugh and
sprint out the door.
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