“Josiah, you’re awake. Come on we’re going to have breakfast.” I saw Sister Flora carrying something towards the canteen. She must’ve cooked at the charcoal again. Even though there is was a stove inside the canteen, Sister Flora would sometimes ask Louis to buy some charcoal and get some twigs for a fire. She would always say that she loved the taste and smell of food that was cooked that way. I rushed to her to help her carry the pot. She smiled at me whispered her thanks. Louis was already at the canteen setting up the table. He looked up when he saw us and greeted me good morning. I returned the greeting and set the pot in the middle of the table with a rug underneath to not destroy the table. We all sat down in our respective seats and started eating. “Sister Flora,” I started whe

