Boys

My house has been invaded by a bunch of lanky, pimply, low-voiced adolescent boys. My son S's friends, they are a polite bunch, greeting me a "Good morning po" when I came out of my bedroom still half-wrinkled from sleep.

Boys, they're different. I have three sisters so I don't know how it is to grow up with boys. So when my sons started growing like weeds, I started having panic attacks. What do I know about boys? How do I raise a boy when I'm a girl? How do I provide them with male role models? But like my mom always says, take it one step a time. Take it slow, you'll figure out what to do and I did, eventually.

My boys are all in their teens now, and they are a kindhearted bunch. And though they are sometimes lazy, I cannot complain. There are far worse things than them not wanting to clean their room.

And so, here I am cooking clam soup and picadillos for my son S and his friends. I call them to eat, but they are too shy to approach the table. I exit to give them room and eventually, I hear the clanking of forks and spoons and the happy noise of boys eating and laughing and talking. Boys! :)




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