Timothy was just that child but he was a very heady and interesting one.
He stared intently at me as though he was searching for something while I pretended not to even notice him.
It was just too early and I was too tired to move or worse still go down the stairs.
Truth is, I couldn't cook not even boil eggs, all my life I had gotten too used to eating food prepared by someone and not food prepared by my hands not even mom cooked food.
The spaghetti bolognese Elena had made yesterday was the best thing I had ever eaten.
Much more better than what the colm had made, all thanks to Timothy who had insisted she cooked.
If I had known that Elena was such a good cook, I would have settled on just her food and nothing else.
"Dadda let's go" he said still sitting down. I sighed before sayi
