"I was in the cooking class. I've joined it early morning." Tension simmered in the room as I confessed it. George, who had earlier warned me not to heed Granny's words was a little irritated. Granny stared at me, her stern expression mirrored by her tightly clasped hands at her waist.
"Why did you do that?" George's voice carried a tone of annoyance as he gripped my shoulder. He was upset that I had disobeyed his request. Granny interrupted him. She placed her hand on George's shoulder.
"George, let me talk to her," she insisted. Her face was etched with tension and annoyance. She shifted her focus to me and inquired, "So, what did you learn in your cooking class?" I felt a wave of shame wash over me as I averted my eyes. Admitting that I had failed to make a simple chicken soup, missin
