left arm in a splint

There is the familia feeling of home in the warm bed. Slept longer today.

There is the sound of the son, risen from sleep to the sound of his alarm clock.

The left hand is immobile in it' s plaster cast.

get up, go to the ice-cold bathroom.

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return, put on a dressing gown,
in the kitchen the son is making coffee
he makes a cup for his father
take it into the sitting room,
watch him gather his work for the school day.

when he is finished he starts telling bad jokes.

It is slow to type on the notebook
with one hand in a splint.
The left one

The son leaves for school.