Life, a backgammon.

"Finish the upma or you won't get your favorite chocolate mousse at night. Don't take your hands out of the window, I love you, bye", my voice slowly fading away as the bus passed. It has been my daily routine for the past 3 years, 29 days now. As I walked back home, I felt an aching sensation at my back. Rubbing it, I cleared the dining table. The bread sides left on the plate from the little one with ample amount of bread remaining, I realized I need to feed him other sources of nutrition. "Where's my tie?", this voice had become the most unpleasant one lately. I rushed to the room and started looking for it while listening to abusive murmurs in the back. I was now used to it, like some background noise which is now a part of my life. "Will the blue one do?", I asked him hesitatingly. He snatched it and threw it on the floor leaving the room. I knew this doesn't stop here, and today is one "those days" for him. I made sure