Hyvää Äitienpäivää!
WHO: Papa, Mama, and Son~
WHEN: May 9, Mother's Day!
WHERE: Home~!
WHAT: It's Mother's Day! What else!
There were only two reasons why Peter Kirkland would be awake on a Sunday morning. Reason number one would be that there was an important event that he needed to attend. Reason number two would be that he had simply not slept at all since Saturday. The reason why he was currently in the kitchen was a mixture of both of the above.
For you see, today is Mother's Day in America. While he had already called his Scottish foster mother two months ago for the British Mother's Day, Peter was devoting his attention to the crepe-thin pancakes on the griddle for the American Mother's Day. His mother was long dead, you say? Well, yes, of course he knew that. But today was not only a celebration of birth mothers, it was also a celebration of mother-figures.
If Peter had to pick a mother figure in his life, it would have to be Tino Väinämöinen. Not to say that Tino resembled a woman in any way, it was that the Finnish man had provided Peter with comfort lately that was similar to those his mothers had given him. And what better day than Mother's Day for him to say 'thank you' to Tino?
He removed the pancakes from the griddle and set them on the plate. He added a touch of lingonberry jam on the side and grinned at his homemade breakfast. He really hoped Tino liked Swedish food. Of course Tino liked Swedish food; he was always eating Papa's cooking!
He put the plate on the breakfast tray along with a glass of orange juice and a slender vase with a red carnation flower. Once he had made sure that the breakfast was ready, Peter chugged the rest of his coffee and threw the cup away.
With a giddy grin, he picked up the tray and headed up the stairs. This would certainly be a pleasant surprise for Tino!
WHEN: May 9, Mother's Day!
WHERE: Home~!
WHAT: It's Mother's Day! What else!
There were only two reasons why Peter Kirkland would be awake on a Sunday morning. Reason number one would be that there was an important event that he needed to attend. Reason number two would be that he had simply not slept at all since Saturday. The reason why he was currently in the kitchen was a mixture of both of the above.
For you see, today is Mother's Day in America. While he had already called his Scottish foster mother two months ago for the British Mother's Day, Peter was devoting his attention to the crepe-thin pancakes on the griddle for the American Mother's Day. His mother was long dead, you say? Well, yes, of course he knew that. But today was not only a celebration of birth mothers, it was also a celebration of mother-figures.
If Peter had to pick a mother figure in his life, it would have to be Tino Väinämöinen. Not to say that Tino resembled a woman in any way, it was that the Finnish man had provided Peter with comfort lately that was similar to those his mothers had given him. And what better day than Mother's Day for him to say 'thank you' to Tino?
He removed the pancakes from the griddle and set them on the plate. He added a touch of lingonberry jam on the side and grinned at his homemade breakfast. He really hoped Tino liked Swedish food. Of course Tino liked Swedish food; he was always eating Papa's cooking!
He put the plate on the breakfast tray along with a glass of orange juice and a slender vase with a red carnation flower. Once he had made sure that the breakfast was ready, Peter chugged the rest of his coffee and threw the cup away.
With a giddy grin, he picked up the tray and headed up the stairs. This would certainly be a pleasant surprise for Tino!