Sunlight was streaming through the curtains when I woke up. As I stirred in bed, my belly immediately signaled me that I hadn't had my favourite in a while. I could almost taste it on my tongue and just the thought of it made me push myself upright. My body complained, but I ignored it knowing that the only solution to this would be finding my way to the kitchen. I moved carefully, trying not to wake Rico since it was still early in the morning. He needed as much rest as he could get before resuming work.
The kitchen was empty and inviting and I paused for a moment by the door taking in the big view.
“I will never be poor in my life,” I whispered into the quiet morning. Quickly, I set about preparing my breakfast. I liked the act of cooking and measuring, stirring, tasting and all of t
