Sometimes (all the time), she wishes it is her calm, mature older son who developed superpowers instead of her temperamental, rebellious younger son.
“I’ve told you before. No.”
The furniture rattles. A few cushions rise in the air. She pretends not to notice her youngest’s impending temper tantrum and instead of fighting head on over the same issue again, diverts his attention to a different target.
“Your brother needs to rest. Don’t wake him up.”
The furniture settles silently back into place. Even the cushions are lowered with care. As expected of her eldest. Even when he was bedridden, he could still keep her younger son under control.
“I’m going to make jelly for your brother. You want to help me?” she offers.
“Pineapple jelly?” her youngest asks.
She nods. “Pineapple jelly.”
Her youngest considers it.
She offers her hand and take it, movie (hopefully) forgotten in favour of the jelly they are about to make for his favourite person in the world.
She hides a relieved sigh.
Genre: family, slice of life, fantasy