“Ah, that’s right!” you exclaimed as something popped into your head. “I have preparations on Sunday too. Can you make me lunch?” you asked your mum nicely. “Sure.” Your mum smiled back as she left to the kitchen. You walked up stairs, changed your clothes and fell onto your bed with a grunt. “I don’t want to go to sleep like this.” You grumbled softly. You gripped your bed sheets as you felt your eyes welling up. *For one whole day, all I could think about was him.*a creaking sound came from your bed as you got up. “He’s such a hard worker.” You talked a loud. “I want to make lunch for him! I can’t! I’m not his girlfriend! I’ll trouble him!” you screamed as you hugged a cushion and rolled around in your bed; fighting with yourself loudly. You lay still for a moment. *Maybe…I’ll make him lunch.* you thought to yourself.

On Sunday, you woke up early. You went down to the kitchen and began getting equipment and ingredients from storage places in your kitchen. A loud crash came followed by stomping. The kitchen door slammed open. “What’s going on!?” your mum shouted out. “Ah!” you screamed as your mum caught you. “S-Sorry umma, I just wanted to make lunch no matter what.” You mumbled softly. Your mum stood there staring at you. “That’s why you got up at 5?” she asked rhetorically. “I’ll help you then. I don’t want you to burn the house down.” Your mum joked around. As you were making it, you decided to do a bento instead. Your mum cooked eggs, rice and sausages. You prepared it neatly into a lunch box. As you were running out of the house, you remembered something. “Don’t tell dad about this!” you exclaimed as you turned around to y