MARGARETOne of the things that seems to relax me a little more was to get out of the house the routine was killing me and the problems sometimes were quite suffocating so this afternoon I had decided to go to my mother's house, she was cooking, she was wonderful with me grateful that I still had her alive and I could not complain about the attention she had towards me, her house was quite simple but the most important thing is that in that place I felt very comfortable and happy, My mother had an excellent spoon Tanto so I could not resist and I went to the kitchen maybe I could help a little I did not like to be in someone's house without doing anything, I did not like that they thought I was a good for nothing I knew my abilities and I know that in the kitchen I was not very good but nevertheless I needed to help her.-Mom I approached her, she had a fork and a knife at hand I think she was preparing the meat and some vegetables I could smell a very tasty aroma so much so that I co