I huffed setting down the large bowl of chocolate cake batter. I ran the back of my hand over my forehead probably smearing chocolate batter all over myself but at least it smelt good.
Agnes gently grabbed the bowl from me, her face holding that small smile that it seemed to permanently be on her face all day long.
She is a very sweet elderly woman who seemed to love cooking and even though she looked frail, this woman could whip fifty eggs at once. I am not joking, I had seen it myself.
Sitting in my room, I tried to focus on the drawing I was on but found my mind running back and forth on stuff but the drawing in front of me.
After incessantly failing to follow and concentrate on my drawing, I finally gave up and picked up a book instead but still I couldn’t focus, my mind was everyw
