Kitchen Momoi Novels & Stories

Mom says " Mom I think you should punish him, how can a big man like that not know how to cook" Sia suggests " In that case, I have to punish you as well, because you too can't cook" Mom says " What!!! Mine is different, I am a kid, he's an adult" Sia says and mom burst into laughter " You are right my child"

Milo complimented as he tells my mom. “You can call me Gina.” Mom shies away like a high school, “But thank you Milo . I learned it all from YouTube. I am glad it turned out good.” Milo smiles, “It is better than good.” “Mom’s always been into cooking.” I tell Milo who is now focusing his attention on me. “When she is not busy with work, she tries to learn a new dish.” Milo smiles, “My mum loves cooking too. She’s a pro in making English dishes and snacks. I’ll let you try them someday.”

My mom opened the door, her expression a mix of annoyance and relief as she pulled me into one of her bone-crushing hugs. Her curly hair was pulled back into a bun, a telltale sign that she had been busy baking, one of her favorite pastimes. I glanced eagerly at the kitchen counter, where the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked chocolate mocha cake filled the air. My mouth watered at the sight of the cake, its surface adorned with a layer of decadent icing.

Busayomi cane out of the kitchen. “Yes I came in just now and I was about to come and see you in the kitchen.” I said. “It is alright. I have prepared dinner so go inside and have a bathe then come out to eat.” Busayomi said. “Okay.” I muttered. “Mom...” Busayomi cuts her off. “Go ahead and watch your cartoon, your mom needs to get changed.” “Okay..big mommy.” Iteoluwa mumbled, sadness clouded her features as she walked back to the couch. *************************

My mom, her graceful figure flitting between stove and cutting board, was engrossed in the choreography of preparing a hearty breakfast. In the bustling kitchen, my mom moved with the grace of a seasoned conductor, orchestrating her culinary symphony. The soft clinking of utensils and the comforting hum of the coffee machine provided the morning's soundtrack, a familiar and soothing rhythm that had accompanied the start of countless days. It was a ritual that I held dear, a cherished time to savor the flavors of the morning and enjoy the comforting embrace of a wholesome breakfast.

Over in the dining room, Mom was setting the table while humming one of her favourite hymns. The surrealism was jarring. It forced my gaze in several directions as I tried to figure out my next move. Mom didn’t like to be surprised, least of all when she felt what she’d prepared wasn’t up to the standard she wanted to be remembered for. When she entertained, she liked to know well in advance so she could prep and come up with the most spectacular of recipes. At the table, she would preen and smile coyly while those in attendance sang her high praises for her cooking. Without knowing what she’d been preparing tonight, it was hard to know if she’d feel it had met her standard of approval.

But I knew Mom wouldn’t believe me, and I couldn’t be bothered to explain. "If I come back later, wouldn't that just make it easier for you to avoid seeing me?" I said. "You!" My mom hissed. I gave her a mocking smile. "Aren't I so well-behaved and obedient?" I asked sarcastically. I had once tried to be dutiful but no matter what I did, Mom always thought I was scheming or trying to steal attention from Tara. So I thought, I may as well face her head-on. Tara lowered her head.

Selene appeared in front of the little me and I stopped crying instantly, launching myself into her arms. “Mumma I’m hungry” little me cried. I called her ‘Mumma’. I don’t remember that. I don’t remember having a mother or even thinking that I had a mother. Selene pulled me from her arms and sat me back on the ground. She waved her hands in front of her and a plate of meat and vegetables appeared. Little me squealed excitedly and dug into the food, basically inhaling it. Watching the scene, another wave washed through me. I remember the taste of the food that she often brought me. I remember her playing with me, bathing me, brushing my hair. I remember her taking care of me when I needed her

The person says, who is none other than Mario, her ex-husband. Xavier, who has never seen his mother gets upset other than in the office, was suddenly shocked. At first, he wanted to defend the uncle who is offering him the sausages, but he's getting scared. Xavier chose to hug his mother tightly after all. "Mom, let's back home." Xavier whispers in Lucrecia's ear. The whispers instantly muffled Lucrecia's emotion which is about to burst. Lucrecia exhales slowly, trying to hold back her anger. Then turn around to Alan who is cooking the sausages.

I always felt so invincible, like I could do anything in life. Dad keeps his arm around my shoulders and guides me towards the lounge room. I can already smell Mom's cooking wafting in from the kitchen and my mouth instantly begins watering. "Is that my Sabbie I hear?" Mom calls out from the kitchen. She appears in the doorway wearing a black and white polka dot apron with flour marks all over it. Knowing her, she's been making my favorite cookies. Mom rushes over to give me a hug, her long blonde hair falling against my arm.