|dale allen (obscuredale) wrote in genome_project,|
@ 2012-09-13 16:01:00
|Entry tags:||dale allen, josie allen, september 2012|
Who: Dale and Josie
What: Birthday Breakfast
When: Saturday, September 8; morning
For as long as Dale could remember, he was never excited for his birthday. To him, they were just another day in the year. When he woke up, he felt the same as he did the night before. The passage of time showed in different ways, how somehow over the course of the summer he was now taller than his mother. There was plenty of growing up to suffer through as he found himself tripping over his rapidly growing limbs and being constantly put out the sporadic loss of control over his voice, with high pitched squeaks and extreme lows interrupting his speech...if his voice let him get the whole word out at all. Yet, he couldn't figure out why he had to feel special about being another year older. He did, however, enjoy the fact that the occasion to do whatever he wanted. The gifts he could do without, but asking for time alone with his mom was too good to pass up.
He had felt a distance growing between them, though he blamed it largely in part on the never-ending caseloads from her government job, Adrian and the twins. When he was younger and it was just them and the world, but now that he was older he had to learn to fend for himself. Granted, his mom still tried to smother him to the point he couldn't stand to be around her, but that didn't stop him from still wanting her undivided attention sometimes. For a few hours at least, he wouldn't have to share her company with anyone else.
They walked into the cafe with their arms linked, their 'causal stroll' seeming more like a pair in a rush to arrive where they needed to go. Dale held the door open for his mother, his smile brightening as he noted that the corner diner hadn't changed much since their last visit. Before they had a new home and family to go to, the place had strangely been a second home. A finicky eater in the worst way, the small restaurant was one of the few places where Josie could take Dale where the food managed to be consistently good.
"Booth or counter?" he asked his mom as he walked inside, not bothering to glance at the menu that hung above the counter, he tended to order the same dish depending on what time of day it was. Though, with his growing appetite, he planned on ordering extras of everything.