NARA
HOURS LATER
The thoughts of everything that had transpired earlier today filled my mind to the extent I just needed to do something with my hands.
That was the honest reason I ended up in the kitchen.. lying in that bedroom staring at the walls was making everything worse and I needed somewhere to put all the restless energy that had been building in me since morning.
Cooking felt like the only sane option.
I tied an apron, pulled out what I could find and just started. Chopping, stirring, keeping my mind on the next step and the next one after that. The kitchen smelled good after a while and that alone made me feel slightly more human and better than I had felt all day.
I was in the middle of seasoning when one of the maids appeared at the kitchen door.
“Ma, there’s someone he
