Taste of Happiness
Rumi's words warmed me up like the hot tea she had made earlier this afternoon. These small moments reminded me of how much I appreciate their acceptance of me. Furthermore, I loved seeing how much the girls had changed positively.
While we began cooking, the four girls left in the living room couldn't help but watch us from the kitchen doorway. It's like they were expecting something to happen. Something romantic or... steamy.
Or maybe, they just wanted to see if they could also help out. However, seeing how Rumi and I worked seamlessly as if we were Sous Chef and Chef in a Michelin restaurant, they decided to let us have our moment.
I was occasionally throwing them a wink though. Just like one of those performers paying attention to their audience.
The kitchen became like a stage on fire. Rumi and I danced with the knives and ladles as we chopped, stirred and sauteed.