LIZ'S POV
The next day, Amma and I were to make pasta and meatballs together at her house. It was a typical girls day together and we had planned to study afterwards.
I liked that being friends with Amma meant that I did not have to always be in my house, and be alone..she would rather have me at hers, than talk to me about anything on phone, no matter how inconsequential the topic of discussion was going to be.
"You know, cooking pasta is something really therapeutic for me." I started saying as I watched her boil the pasta.
"If I were a therapist of any sort, I'd recommend cooking and eating pasta to clients, no matter what their troubles were." I continued.
She laughed and leaned back on the counter.
"How does that even make sense? You would recommend eating pasta to people beca
