daddy said he was half- french 

so when he melts the butter on our bread for breakfast 

he'd kiss the tips of his fingers and say, Bellissimo! 

and Mum would say that's Italian but he'd just wipe 

melted butter on her lips 

and kiss it away "properly" 

and I'd squirm 

not only because the "French toast" 

was black but 

because daddy put my school drawing 

on the fridge 

where the teacher 

asked me to draw the things 

that makes me smile the most 

(even though I lost my two front teeth 

but mummy said the fairy tooth mother had them. 

I don't know what that means 

because she was already my mother) 

so I colored us in a big red heart

 around a table 

with a big bowl of mac 'n' cheese and 

a jug of apple juice.

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great, now i want mac 'n' cheese