His allergy

*MALIYAH*

I was so happy when Esme informed me that I could prepare dinner tonight.

I had hurried off to the kitchen to get started.I opened the cabinets one after the other to see that they were fully stocked with different groceries.

What could I cook for him?

I’ve never been this excited to cook for someone.

I recalled the dish I always loved eating with my parents.

One of the numerous dishes my mom had taught me how to make.

Creole Gumbo.

Though this doesn’t measure up to what he had done to me but perhaps it could lessen how indebted I feel if he enjoys the meal.

I got started,following the recipe I had always known and being extra cautious to make sure it comes out well.

When it was almost ready,I had a taste and it was delicious.

Feeling pleased with myself,I heard his voice in the hallway.I walked out of the kitchen,and towards the living room where he stood speaking with Esme.

As soon as Esme saw me,she spun and walked passed me.

“Esme just told me that you’re making dinner.”