Artichoke Hearts
“Feeling more tired than I did when I went to bed, I wander downstairs in my pyjamas checking my phone for . . . nothing.
‘Come on, Mira, stop messing around with that now, you’ll be late for school.’ Mum hurries me along on her morning conveyor belt of making sandwiches, breakfasts and attempting to get us all out of the door on time. There is no room in this well-rehearsed schedule for me to arrive downstairs in my pyjamas at 8.30 a.m.
‘I don’t feel well, Mum.’ ‘Neither do I,’ moans Kr...ish.
‘You’re fine, Krish. You’ve just eaten three rounds of toast. Do you want anything to eat, Mira?’ I hold my belly as if it’s hurting and shake my head, even though my stomach is rumbling loud enough for everyone to hear.
‘Go on then. You’d better go back up to bed. I’ll Monday 9 May come and take your temperature when I’ve got Krish off to school.’ ‘Why don’t you take it now?MoreLess
‘Come on, Mira, stop messing around with that now, you’ll be late for school.’ Mum hurries me along on her morning conveyor belt of making sandwiches, breakfasts and attempting to get us all out of the door on time. There is no room in this well-rehearsed schedule for me to arrive downstairs in my pyjamas at 8.30 a.m.
‘I don’t feel well, Mum.’ ‘Neither do I,’ moans Kr...ish.
‘You’re fine, Krish. You’ve just eaten three rounds of toast. Do you want anything to eat, Mira?’ I hold my belly as if it’s hurting and shake my head, even though my stomach is rumbling loud enough for everyone to hear.
‘Go on then. You’d better go back up to bed. I’ll Monday 9 May come and take your temperature when I’ve got Krish off to school.’ ‘Why don’t you take it now?MoreLess
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