Rejena
I get to see the kitchen! That is like another dream come true as I love cooking, but don’t do it often as I am the only one I would be cooking for. It is a lot of effort after a long day. I find Mila waiting for me in the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her waist. I wrap her up in a tight hug and wonder what she is doing here. Being up at the butt crack of dawn and then working late nights can’t be easy, and she is clearly not a spring chicken anymore.
“Senorita Mila! What are you doing here?” I ask her, completely forgetting that she might not understand what I am saying.
“I teach you to cook. You skinny and need food.” She says with a strict voice, and I laugh at her. I might be slim, but I do love eating.
“Jack può unirsi a noi?” I ask her, not sure if I am pronouncing th
