A Deadsy Doodle
Ozzie stirred energetically, knowing the family recipe by heart he adjusted for taste, casually singing as he worked away. Liz sat at the table working from her laptop on a website design with a cup of coffee, the foals drawing patiently as their father prepared a meal.
“Mommy, look.” Lexie said holding up her artwork proudly, the three year old’s hand bumped her grape juice cup, tipping the liquid all over the table, the purple trail creeped toward Liz’s laptop.
“Lexie!!” she yelled, frantically picking up her laptop. The filly’s ears pinned back, feeling bad. Liz panicked and grabbed her drawing and extra papers to soak up the mess, holding her laptop high in one hand. Izzie looked at her little sister’s crushed pride as she watched her hard work become a purple catastrophe, tears starting to well in her eyes.
Ozzie hurried over with a dry towel and soaked up the mess, noticing the destroyed artwork of his younger daughter. He looked up at her with apologetic eyes as Liz was shaking her head lividly and storming from the room with her laptop, the charging cord dripping a bit. Oz tossed the towel in the sink and picked up his daughter as some silent tears were falling, she was trying her best not to cry.
“It’s okay.” He said quietly, hugging her into his shoulder and neck. He scratched her back softly, hearing her sniffles and the shoulder of his shirt growing wet with salty crocodile tears. He carried her back into the kitchen to multitask, avoiding burning their food.
“It was an accident.” She said very miserably.
“She knows hon, you’re okay, not in trouble.” He said quietly to her as Liz came back with a wiped down laptop, Izzie felt her tension as she picked up her coffee and took the last drink from it. Izzie got up from the table softly and asked her father how she could help him.