AZLY▫▪▫
I stared down at the bowl in front of me, frowning. Mom made this seem so easy. The batter in front of me was lumpy and dry like bread. It was missing something. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had observed from all the times she cooked. I squeezed them tighter as visions tried to float to the surface. It couldn’t be that hard to make a cupcake.
Someone coming inside broke my concentration. When I opened my eyes, Melody was coming around the corner. “Oh, Azly. Hi there,” she said. She had a warm smile, but her eyes were heavy with sadness. “Isn’t your mom back?”
I shook my head. Dad was off training, and Mom needed to run an errand. She had packed up the last of the cupcakes this morning before I could steal one for Novus.
“What are you making?” she asked skeptic
