Alvina's Point of View
“Take a seat, the food is getting cold,” Mama Flora said firmly, motioning to an empty chair.
“Thank you,” I responded quietly, hesitating a bit before finally sitting down.
The table was unusually quiet as I joined them, a sharp contrast from how it had been a few minutes ago.
They seemed to silently study me as if they were waiting for something.
I began to feel uncomfortable, fearing that I had caused them a lot of inconvenience.
Taking a slice of bread and putting some jam on it, I took a bite, moaning at its delicate sweetness.
“Really good right? Mama Flora made it herself,” Stacy said proudly, a smile spreading across her face.
“My goodness, it's so good,” I confessed honestly, turning to Mama Flora in delight.
“An easy recipe, no need to make a big
