Noodles are her thing.
I noticed that recently, all Layla craves is noodles.
Whenever I order Chinese Takeout, the only thing she’ll ask for is some Yakisoba noodles, no soy sauce please. Or whenever the family is eating salad rolls, all she’ll pick out are the white clear noodles, leaving a volcano of vegetables to waste.
It’s weird, because Layla was never the noodle type. She’d always opt out on spaghetti dinner, complaining that the long stringy stuff was too slippery and would stick out her tongue every time a noodle came within her range.
But now, she’s changed. Like, suddenly, out of the blue, Layla likes noodles. Layla likes noodles- a mind-boggling fact that’s been bugging me and keeping me awake night after night for the past 2 weeks. Why? Why is Layla changing? Is there something wrong with her? Should we take her to the doctor’s office? I know Layla would hate that though, because she goes to enough doctors’ appointments already.
What’s weirder though is that Mom and Dad don’t even notice. They don’t realize that their youngest daughter has been going through some pretty drastic changes. Sometimes, I think I may know Layla more than Mom or Dad. Sure, they pay for all her medical bills, working late hours to bringing in enough money for each chemotherapy treatment. But they don’t tuck her into bead every night, singing her bedtime stories until her mind drifts to peaceful bliss. They don’t help her with her when she’s crying over her addition and subtraction problems, weeping over how she never gets to do them in class because she’s always at an appointment. They’re not the ones who buy her ice cream when the Ice Cream Truck drives by, her eyes gleaming with joy and swelling to big gigantic donuts as she hands over a Drumstick.
But it’s pretty easy to help Layla with her needs, because she’s so predictable. Like, when she’s hungry, you can just take a glimpse at her eyes and you just know that she wants food.
But now, I’m a little confused, because Layla suddenly likes noodles. And Layla never changes. It’s a bit nerve-wracking; I can literally feel jolts of anxiety continually pulsing through my veins.
But, looking at the glass half full, this could possibly be a good thing. Change is what Layla needs.
Maybe it’s just not what I want.
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