"K-Khrystal."
I looked up at Mama who I didn't notice was already by my side. "Yes?"
She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she just diverted her eyes from me to what I was doing. I'm currently preparing eggplant for the torta (fried eggplant with egg) I'm going to make. That's the twins' favorite.
"Dear, are you planning to grind that eggplant?" she wondered, hesitation was in her tone.
Only then was I able to focus on the eggplant that I was mashing with a fork. It's a mess. I don't know if it's eggplant or avocado because the flesh is so fine.
I tried to laugh to get rid of the shame I felt and then put down my fork. "To mix well with the egg, Mama," I excused myself.
I bit my bottom lip when Mama raised her eyebrows. She obviously didn't believe what I said. Later she grab
