They’d been arguing since well before Jamie got sick, and after that things only got worse. Fights broke out over everything – who would take him to hospital, when he should take his pills and how much they should tell him about what was going on.
It had been Amy’s idea to make the cake. ‘I can make anything from flour and sugar,’ she’d boldly declared. Jamie’s birthday was on Halloween and he’d always loved everything about it; the tricks, the treats, the craziness. This year, however was different.
Her husband took a step back and fixed his eyes on her latest creation. ‘The eyes are too close together and the scar below his chin, well, it’s just not symmetrical.’
‘It’s not supposed to be. Symmetry is a sign of beauty and Halloween is not a time for beauty.’
‘Hmm. And don’t you think it’s just a little too green?’
Amy opened her mouth to reply and then the kitchen door opened.
‘Mum it’s perfect, said Jamie.
Amy looked up; her son’s wan face was infused with happiness. She turned to Simon and for the first time since Jamie’s diagnosis she saw him smile.
This post was written for Sunday Photo Fiction
(Great prompt, thanks!)