At 12:00 A.M, when nightmares and dreams take up all space in our mind, a time which relaxes you after a tiring day. Just a call was enough to astonish me at that time. Anyways, I checked who was calling so late at this time. “MY DAUGHTER!”….my mind thought. “why would she be calling so late moreover, a CALL. She always lies right next to my room!
I was feeling puzzled, I rubbed my eyes to see it once again and then when I removed the mobile from my eyes I saw her standing right there. I asked her what happened? Was everything alright? And she just whispered “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM” And then another amazement was awaiting.. A cake which she was hiding. I first looked at it then to her face and at last to the time. I first thought it was just my dream in my tomorrow’s excitement.
But I was wrong she actually had it. But at this time who would deliver, moreover it was looking as a homemade cake. I asked her who made it. Her answer was mom it is ME! My weary eyes were wide open. And all that what in my mind was just how can she make it and from where did she get the recipe. I asked the same and her reply was” Mom when I have you as a food blogger then why to search for it ???”
I just had the feeling of sleepiness, pride and perplexity. And its looks were the same as mine. For a minute I thought I need to wear glasses. It was dust so well comparing to a girl who does not have patience, never cooked and has always been away from this activity. That was my BEST birthday gift.
More over it gives a feeling of pride that my daughter is growing and following me as I used to follow my mom.
This was a very special incident for me. My best food story it makes me more happy then the moment I started cooking . I think that this true anecdote which depict my feelings will be liked by you also.