With great patience, my grandmother taught me to cook in the kitchen with her, I was very happy to feel the warmth of this kind of atmosphere, for a moment my daydreams brought me back to the memory of Mom, if I had not followed my ego maybe this would not have happened, Mama would not go away as soon as this, but ... if mom doesn't go, I won't meet my father, hhhmmmm ... this way of life no one can know about it, now all I can only live even with bitterness and tears, this is the way of my life that I have to go through.
"Let's just cook quickly ... because it's almost dinner time, spinach and sauteed long beans then ... the side dish is fried egg .... you want it, honey ...?".
Grandma awakened my reverie with her question, she smiled looking at me, I felt you could read my mind, because you could know what was on my mind.
I answered grandmother with a nod of my head and my smile was always for my beloved grandmother.