A Homemade Chicken Pie

A made up story for all to read;

It all begin on one fine Father's Day; everything was fine, card's were given,
roses. Then the family went to church and the father a great man,
was greeted by many, it was a proud day for all fathers it truly was.
A day they were remembered and appreciated for the things they did.
All those nights they stayed up late at work; working hard to support their family,
that's the thing about how families work, they actually work under an unspoken rule;
the father works hard to support the family, the wife she either works to support the family,
or she stays home take cares of the kids and the house. Well at least those were the old days
where women were seen as people who are always on the men's side,
taking care of his every needs,
and allowing him to make all the decisions, as they stand beside him no matter
what. But times have change, women now like to work, and affairs aren't such
a big surprise anymore, women go for plastic surgery to get what they weren't born with
or what they lost while they aged and shed their youthful looks and days.
But that's not what this story is about no. It's not, really it isn't.
It's a short story about how you will never be prepared for anything,
even though you may read about it in novels the papers watch it on TV?
Fact is nothing absolutely nothing can prepare you for anything until it happens to you.
The father, the husband was given a homemade chicken pie but he wasn't the
only one who received it.
Back home that night for dinner his wife prepared a father's day dinner;
everything was going fine until-
when the daughter asked about the chicken pie and the answer
that was given back by her mother, wiped out her father's facial expression completely;
he looked angry not just that furious and annoyed somehow a pinch of betrayal.
It was a dangerous look, a look his daughter had never seen before and just
might never forget.
When asked by the daughter if they were going to have the pie for dessert the father asked
her to throw it away, the wife didn't get it and made faces because she didn't
think she had done any damage but she was wrong.
The pie was left there over night not kept in the fridge just left there.
Which means...the pie was no longer eatable and it was left there for 2 days until;
the daughter could not take it any longer and decided to throw it away,
she couldn't say that she didn't feel a bit shame that the pie had to be thrown away,
cause she did feel that it was a shame, a perfectly fine homemade chicken pie,
all this happen because the wife had to say something inappropriate;
what made her say what she did?
Was it a large bowl of jealousy, a small bowl of envy, 2 spoon full of bitterness,
2 cracked eggs of hatred, and 2 drops of sourness.
A perfect recipe for a simple bitter cake.

By JenN
XOXO