Grandma Calliope

"you cook so well, Young Ms" Mary comments enjoying the chicken poorish Daisy made.

"Yeah, have to... It's not like I have a choice" came Daisy's flat response.

Mary could feel the sadness in her tone, she put down the dish on the table and hurriedly clear off the food in her mouth.

" Isn't it a good thing? Lady's your age can't cook a simple white rice talk less of boiling water " she chuckles finding it funny.

Daisy didn't respond, it's like she didn't say anything. She closes the pot and places the cook spoon on a clean plate.

" If only I could, I would wish to not know how to cook so I could as well get my parent's attention and love" It came out almost as a whisper but Mary was able to hear her

" I under how hard it is for you, young Ms but this life can't be reversed everyone would've lived a very much better life " Mary reached for her.

Daisy let out a deep sigh, " why then should we be born only to suffer? " She demands.

" You overthink things, Young Ms Your life may not be th