Kyoru Week Day 5: Paper Flowers
Word Count: 413
The dining room table was a disaster. Construction paper pieces of varying sizes and color were strewn across the surface, crayons and markers were leaving trails of color in their wake, and the glue - oh, god, the glue. Kyo would be up scrubbing this damn table long after the kids went to bed. He should have put down newspaper. Tohru always put down newspaper like a responsible mother, but he had forgotten and now he would pay the price.
Hajime was doing his best to not contribute to the mess too much, like the responsible ten-year-old that he was, but Uchi, at only six, was....focusing on the task at hand more than the havoc he was wrecking. Ko, their only daughter and still a toddler, was seated on Kyo’s lap as he tried his best to help her with her project. He could tell that they were all having a great time, and he knew that Tohru would fall over herself with joy when she received her handmade Mother’s Day cards, but right now, he would be lying if he said it wasn’t stressful.
“Daddy! Blue!” Ko exclaimed, and Kyo grabbed the marker that was just out of reach of her tiny hand.
While she scribbled on her purple construction paper, he asked the boys, “So how’s it coming? Are you guys about finished up? Mom will be home soon.”
“Yeah, I think I’m almost done,” Hajime responded, “I just need to put on the finishing touches.”
“I need more construction paper!” Uchi proclaimed.
“Buddy, I think you have plenty of construction paper to choose from here. What color do you need?”
Uchi thought. “Pink! Will you cut a heart, Dad?”
“I sure will.” Kyo found some pink paper and started trying his best with the child-safe scissors. They sucked, honestly.
“Dad, aren’t you going to make anything?” Hajime asked him then.
“Well, I don’t know. I’ve been mostly focused on you guys.”
“You should!” Uchi said as Kyo handed him his pink heart. “I bet Mama would really like it.”
“Maybe. Should I make her a card?”
“Yeah!” Uchi agreed.
“I think you should do something different,” Hajime said, somewhat distracted as he searched for a crayon, “Like origami or something, I don’t know.”
“Hm.” Kyo thought of something then that he knew she would love. She still had the original displayed proudly on their mantle. He hoped he still remembered how to fold it as he reached for some paper.
