Diary of a Madman's Son
11/20
Mother slept in today, and Father woke me up around ten in the morning by flipping my bed over on me. That was fun… not. He told me she woke up sick, so he forcefully ordered her to bed again, especially after she threw up when making breakfast.
"The temple can function with out me," he said when I asked about him going to work. "My family comes before anything."
For breakfast, he slopped a big scoop of half-frozen chunky ice cream in a bowl and mixed it up with some cream and strawberries and chocolate chips! I love when Father cooks!
Around noon, Mother woke, claiming to feel much better, though Father only allowed her to lie on the couch while Trommel, Father, and myself tended to her every need, which for me was nothing more than lay with her because she was bored just sitting there. She told me random little stories about her and Father as children growing up together, embarrassing ones!
Like, she told me of a time when Father and her were playing hide-and-seek at the Moonflow. Grandfather and Grandmother kept bugging them, so they gradually ran farther down the bank until Father climbed into a sleeping Shoopuf's carriage and hid there. Mother found out about it and had to cover for Father for three hours until the creature was rested enough to make another trip, where Father again had to hide under the seat. Apparently, he was found when he got out. His foot was stuck in the door, but thankfully, the Summoner who was traveling saw him and he and his guardians helped him get free, and also paid for the little "twerp" as she called him.
Anyhow, after that, she fell asleep. I think we were both bored to death.
"Master Reiko," Trommel smiled and patted my shoulder, "I have a strong suspicion you'll be passing hand-me-downs here in a bit!" Father smiled widely when he heard this, his eyes closed in happiness, though I was confused. I still am.
Later that night, I heard the parents speaking to each other from their room. My door was open and theirs was too, apparently, since I could hear them all the way upstairs:
"Finally… after five years of trying and doing nothing but failing… another little one for you to fondle all day long!" Mother was giggling.
"Our last one, though," Father replied.
"…what? Why?" she asked, seemingly shocked and confused.
"I only have two arms and one lap to never let them down with!" He said, laughing gently. Mother joined in.
"Oh, you old teddy bear! They have to get out of your glomps eventually!"
Father chuckled and there was the sound of their kissing.
"I'm going for a drink. Need anything my love?" Mother asked.
"Even if I did, you're getting noting and going nowhere! I am your servant for the next four months!" Father's side of the bed squeaked when he stood… or was he sitting? From the context of the speech, I assume he's standing.
"Seymour, you're my servant for the rest of your life! At least, that's what this ring says, anyways!"
Knowing Father and his elegant ways, he would now be folding an arm across his abdomen and bowing over it.
"Mmm. Yes. That is so, milady."
"You know you can't do everything for me!"
"Oh, yes, I can."
"Shut up! I'm not done talking! Four months of just sitting around and telling you to get me stuff will not only make me feel bad, but will also deplete my ability to walk!"
"Then I shall carry you everywhere, love!"
"I don't think you could find time for that, Maester Seymour!"
"Airella, I was your best friend before I was even ready to start studying for becoming what I am. You come first, you crazy little atheist of mine!"
"Oh, whatever. I'm going for water… Ah! Seymour Guado! Put me down!"
Mother was screaming and giggling at the same time.
"Don't wake the whole town, Airella!" Father warned, carrying her out of the room.
"I seriously doubt anyone heard me! Besides our son, any how!" she pointed at me as I stared over the balcony at them.
"Oh… hey, Mother… Father…" I greeted sheepishly.
"Bed. Now." Father commanded.
"Yes, sir… good night Father. Good night Mother," I nodded and retreated through my doors.
"Good night son. I love you!" Father called. Mother repeated the last part after him, and then they giggled their way to the kitchen.
What do they mean by, "Another little one?"
Ah, well. I am to obey Seymour Senior like a child before his homicidal father.
--R.G.