'Time is running. Go GO GOO'
'No, just gives me two more minutes.'
'Your father is running late because of you. Go.'
A tired child walked to the bathroom and took a twinkle.
A stressed woman quickly packed the sealed lunch and heated it to make some small snacks.
'Dear, Is he ready yet? I am running late. We have about 15 minutes left.'
Sweat dripped. 'It seems he is close, dear; here is your lunch,' a soft smile.
'Thanks' He gave a peck and went to the car to start it with the garage being raised.
A child runs across the hall with mislay clothes.
When eating, 'Thanks, mum, where is Georgie?' crumbs fell.
'He left two hours ago. He took a jog to school.' Modestly.
Slowly let the lunch slide inside his bag.
'ARE YOU Finished? Pick it up; let's Go.' With a stern voice.
He ran to the front door and turned around. 'Mom, I will be going'
'Have a nice day, dear,' with a weak smile on her lips. 'Don't forget.' hands the bag.
'Thank You!' hotfoot he went.