Jams, Marmalades and Marketing

"Step aside I'll stir it," helping dad to the kitchen stool I folded my sleeves and begin stirring the wooden spoon inside the big pot of jam.

"I think your Zia is right I am getting old," massaging his tired legs dad laughed.

"Rhonda and the other girls on the island disagree," huffing I used all my force to keep stirring the pot.

This was not something I planned as a career option. When we initially moved here, it would be an understatement to say we were devastated, adjusting to the climate changes, time zone differences and above all finding a job was hard here, not to mention dad's inability to walk was a lot harder than I initially would have thought.

It was by sheer luck that we found Taylor who not only helped dad but provided us with a discount too. I never imagined healthcare to be so expensive here. We were finally adjusting to our lives when uncle Barford passed away.