Amina sat inches away on a stool as Bisi dropped the sliced pieces of fish into the hot oil, it sizzled as it entered the pan, filling the room with a delicious aroma. She licked her lips in anticipation of the food. Bisi was a terrific cook and she couldn’t imagine how she’d be feeding if they weren’t living together. She’d probably order food from restaurants on a daily.
She remembered how she and her sister used to help her mother in the kitchen and how they would steal pieces of meat from the pot when she wasn’t looking. She missed those days when they were all a happy family, now everything was different. She’d give anything to be able to have those days back, those days when her father’s eyes would crinkle with laughter when he looked at her mother. Now instead of a smile, his face
