Cassandra's POV
I felt starstruck. The heat of the flames heated my face and I know my eyes were wide as the plump Japanese man flipped and tossed the food around while letting it cook on the stovetop.
Though Mom had one at the pack house that was similar to this one, only this one was bigger and more used than hers. She installed it on the back porch near the pool house, because Dad said it was an eyesore.
I wasn't one who stuck around and watched my mom cook, but seeing this now? I wish I had been a curious kid.
But in truth, I don't remember much as a kid. Images appear here and there, but really nothing more than that. And what's weird is I can remember in every detail, about the day of my eighth birthday, I fell from a tree that day and dislocated my collar bone. I laughed my pain
