Bonded
Stirring the pot with a spoon, a delicious smell of Vegetable soup whisk through the busy room.
She turns, lines marked with age runs down her face, cheeks rising into a smile reveling gap teeth.
"Comes, taste this" bringing the spoon closer to lips, I savory the taste. Licking my lips, I tell her is delicious.
"I know" she boast out, her heavy breast lifting up in pride. Mama Anena cooks for the mansion as the head chief. Moving from the streaming pot, she begins to cut onions on the countertop.
"Are you done with your work?" She ask authoritatively.
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