Some years ago, I got my first male student at my bakery; Kator… He was very young and innocent.
He found himself in the midst of at least 10 ladies…
The mother in me became very protective and before long, everyone called him my son…even his own mother.
My son also called him ‘brother’; A couple of years ago he baked a surprise birthday cake by himself for Kator from start to finish.
One afternoon, I asked Sonter to go and get Kator for me and I over heard him say;
“My mom says you should come inside”
“Ah, Sonter, you always say our mom. Why the switch to ‘my mom’ today?” Kator asked.
Weeks after that conversation I found out Kator had upset him…
…and the pattern continued.
‘Our’ became ‘my’ whenever he wasn’t happy with him.
I didn’t stop him, I only told him he couldn’t go on in life that way…cutting people off just because you were upset with them. This year, SonTer sketched an image of Kator for his birthday.
I digress…
We’ve not seen much of him lately because he got into school for his MBBS.
This year, Kator sent me the most touching birthday message anyone has ever sent to me…ever.
His words to himself today also encouraged me; https://lyricsscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/09/12/chapter-twenty-two22/
I feel so blessed to call him son.
Happy birthday to him.



Mummyyyy, I’ve got chills, this is 1-1 now, I’ll try not to cry too much, thank you very Much
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1:1 ๐
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A delightful post, as was the link
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Thank you Derrick… I’m glad to hear this.๐
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how utterly wonderful
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Thank you Beth. ๐
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Real brothers fall out every now and then,it strengthens their bond๐ A good read as always.
Happybirthday kator!
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I agree with you ๐
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