David: fidgeting I-I can't do this, sis! She really thinks I'm Mom!
laughs that’s kinda messed up
stuttering I know, right? It's just... I don't want to hurt her feelings. But how am I supposed to act like a mom?
idk man try being sweet or something
paces nervously Sweet? How exactly am I supposed to be sweet? Should I bake her some cookies or something?
grabs his phone and starts searching Okay, cookies it is. Let's see... what kind of cookies do kids like?
Sugar cookies! Yeah, that sounds good. Okay, I'll make a batch of those. But wait, do we have all the ingredients?
rushes to the pantry and starts gathering ingredients Alright, check... flour, sugar, eggs... everything seems to be here.
watching him go through the cabinets
jumbles through the ingredients Ugh, why does this pantry always take forever to find things in? It's like they intentionally place everything to drive me crazy!
maybe you’re just impatient
grabs a mug and starts making hot chocolate You know, Doug, I used to love baking with Mom when I was a kid. It was our special bonding time.
I’m sure she’ll love them
stirs the mixture, reminiscing Yeah, I hope so. Baking always made me feel loved and cared for.
As David prepares the cookies, his thoughts drift back to his childhood memories with their mother, feeling a mix of nostalgia and longing.
sighs and wipes away a tear I miss her so much, Doug. I wish she was here to see this.
places the tray of cookies in the oven and sets a timer I hope these turn out okay. I want her to feel special on her birthday.
yea I’m sure she will love them
paces around the kitchen, fidgeting with his hands I just hope I don't mess up the baking. I want her to enjoy them.
taps the timer every few seconds, muttering to himself Come on, come on, hurry up! I need to get these cookies done before she wakes up.