While I was still trying to assemble the pieces, my bedroom door slammed shut and, as they sometimes do, Malika and Jonathan ran inside.
“Hello, Dad!” Cried Jonathan.
"We thought he was asleep," said Malika. "But when we heard the call, we knew you had to be awake." “Hello children,” I said. “Is everything all right?”
They must have seen the confusion on my face as I sat. Malika replied, “Yes, that's right. What's up dad? "
“Nothing. Did you and Jonathan have a great time last night? You did not give the babysitter a hard time, I hope. ”
“The babysitter?” He asks. “Which babysitter?”
“The one who took care of you last night,” I said. "What do you think I'm talking about?"
“We didn't have a babysitter last night, Dad. Are you sure you're OK? "
"Maybe you're asleep and the phone wakes you up in a dream," Jonathan said.
I looked at them eagerly and said, “Yes, I must have been dreaming. It seemed so real. ”
"Tell us about your dream, Dad," said Malika.
Not wanting to say too much, I replied, “It was something like going out for dinner with friends and leaving you with Jonathan and the person sitting. Such are the dreams sometimes. They look so real. ”
“You were so tired when you came back from the office yesterday,” said Malika, “that after dinner, you told us you needed to sleep. He changed into a nightgown and went to sleep. It was very early in the morning. You really slept for a long time. I hope you relax now and feel much better. ”
“And, Father,” said Jonathan, “you left the lights on. Malika and I turned it off. ”
"Thank you. Let's go take a shower and I'll be helping you for breakfast in a few minutes," I said.
I got out of bed and after a while went downstairs to have breakfast. Saturdays and Sundays have always been very special days for me and the kids. During the week, they go to school and I go to the office. But on the weekends we spend as much time together as possible. They grow very fast and then move on. I wanted to enjoy all the time I spent with them. While it may at times seem that raising children is just 90 percent frustration and 10 percent pure happiness, I think that happiness and love make it all worthwhile. Like many other Saturdays, today it has promised to be fun.
After breakfast, the children wanted to go to a friend's house for a while. After they left, I went upstairs and decided to rearrange some of my books while listening to music. Last night's dream was still clear. As I listened intently, I could still hear the howling of pipes and the crash of seaside on the beach.
Thinking nothing of anything and everything in general, I was beginning to put a dream behind my mind when I saw a sheet of paper at the foot of my bed. The paper came from the trees, I thought as I reached out and picked it up. Trees? Theo was talking about trees last night. Who was Theo? Oh, a dream, of course. However, dreams are dreams and reality is real, and they are two different stages of life. That's how my thoughts raced.
Looking at the page, I thought it was Jonathan's or Malika's. There, inscribed in beautiful letters, were the words, “Dinner at Eternal Restaurant.
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