The little things

She was nervous, looking at her hands as they shook in front of her. She never felt like this before, not even when she was auditioning for a part. She was usually afraid, but she could manage to control it and people never suspected it. All they saw was the confident actress who knew how to act.

"Ok, now that we are all here. What is this all about?" George was the one who voiced out their curiosity. 

They were busy preparing the dishes that they would be serving later on. George was cooking some Italian pasta recipe she just learned from a patient. While Marge was making a pot roast that she learned from their mother.

Sometimes, she wished that she was born before she died, but unfortunately, she was the cause of her death. Not that she blamed herself for it. No one ever made her feel that it was her fault. It was just an unfortunate incident in their lives.