Cooking has always seemed like an easy task to me.
But for some reason, it's particularly difficult for me!
Even though I follow recipes step by step, the flavors always end up strange.
It's like playing house as a child.
Others produce home-cooked meals, while mine taste like a joke.
Sigh, frustrating!
I managed to prepare three dishes and a soup, with meat and vegetables, but York put down his forks after just one bite.
He asked, "What has brought us to the point where we're killing each other as mother and son?"
Me:...
York has grown up, and he comforted me, "There's no need to go to such lengths. After all, I've been eating cafeteria food and takeout for years, and nothing bad has happened."
...
Even more frustrating.
I immediately set a goal for myself: "I'm going to cook a meal that'll knock your socks off!"
York responded half-heartedly: "Oh, I'm looking forward to it!"
"By the way," he said, "our school is having a sports day the day after tomorrow. Do you want to come watch?"
He said it casually, as if it had just occurred to him.
But his hand hanging at his side tightened unconsciously.
"Do you have any events?" I asked.
"High jump and the 4x100 relay!"
"So impressive! I'll definitely come cheer for you then!"
York snorted, "Is participating in an event impressive now? Could you try a little harder with your compliments?"
After that, he hummed a tune and headed upstairs.
On the day of the sports day, I wore athletic gear and put on light makeup before heading out.
When I arrived at the school gate, I called him and asked him to come pick me up.
He sounded exasperated: "Should I also organize a cheerleading squad to welcome you?"
Me: "…Shut up, hurry up, and bring more people!"
Though he grumbled, he came quickly.
He was accompanied by three or four classmates.
"Madam, hello!"
"Hello, hello!"
Seeing the things beside me, York widened his eyes. "What's all this?"
I said, "This is your mom's friendly sponsorship for the whole class!"
York: "…Did you bring the entire supermarket?"
I clicked my tongue: "No need for so many questions, just start moving it!"
At my command, York's classmates rushed forward with cries of excitement.
"Madam is awesome!"
York carried a box as he walked beside me. "Why did you buy so much stuff?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't your mother make you proud?"
York huffed, "Wasting money!" he said.
I smiled and ignored him.
"Do you need help?"
He sidestepped. "No thanks!"
He looked at me. "Have you lost weight again?"
"Really? That's great!"
York rolled his eyes. "Keep it up, and don't expect me to take care of you when you get sick!"
After that, he quickened his pace to catch up with the other students, not forgetting to turn back and urge me: "Can you hurry up? It's about to start!"
As a VIP parent, I was seated in a special area where I could observe the entire field without participating.
My gaze was fixed on York.
He ran joyfully on the field.
Even before his events started, he laughed as he watched others compete.
This was the first time I had seen him so happy.
"Madam, it's almost York's turn for the high jump. Do you want to go watch?"
"Sure!"
York is tall and has amazing jumping ability. I held my breath as I watched him run and leap, easily clearing the bar.
Amidst the cheers, York looked at me, his eyes bright with anticipation.
I gave him a thumbs-up without hesitation.
My son is so great!
I wanted to go over and hug him, but suddenly I felt dizzy. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind, but it didn't help.
My vision began to blur and double. I felt disoriented and then a sudden dull pain.
My heart sank, and I turned to leave.
But it felt like a pair of hands were tugging and kneading my nerves inside my head.
I breathed rapidly.
Someone seemed to grab my arm, and I gripped their hand, wanting them to lead me away.
In the next moment, everything went black, and I collapsed uncontrollably.
I heard screams. In my daze, I saw York, and his expression was terrible.
He seemed to be saying something, but the ringing in my ears prevented me from hearing anything.
York must have been terrified. I ruined his sports day. This is just terrible.
