Roots and BlossomsDavina povThe morning sun gushed through the large glass windows of the alpha’s house kitchen. It was indeed a beautiful morning. I stood in the doorway, with a mug of steaming tea in my hands, simply watching the scene unfold before me. It was a sight I had dreamed of for years, yet never dared to believe would actually come true."No, son, you have to knead the dough gently," my mother laughed, her voice carrying a light, melodic chime that had been absent for over a decade. "Like you are giving it a soft massage. See?""Like this, Grandma?" he asked, his little hands aggressively punching the sticky bread dough. A cloud of white flour puffed into the air, settling on his nose.My mother reached over, her hands looking much steadier and fuller than they had just a month ago, and wiped the flour from his face. The dark circles under her eyes were finally fading, and were replaced by the vibrant spark of life she had been denied for so long. "Exactly like that, my
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