Grandma Mary Loves Me (rarely updated)

Chapter 8

The next day I woke up early before the sun rises, as I usually do. It is like my body instantly wakes in that certain time in the morning.

I stood up from my bed and looked at my phone to check the time. It is just 5 A.M.

I walked to the window to open it and let the fresh and cool breeze from the trees flow into the room. When I had opened the window, a breathtaking scene of the beautiful dawn sky painted in blue, orange, and purple stretched above the mountains and flower fields greeted me a good morning.

It was a peaceful morning. The whole village was quiet and serene and the cows and horses where still sleeping. Then suddenly a loud rooster crow sounded through the fields, followed by several more afterwards. It was like a public alarm clock.

I turned and fixed the bed before going down to the kitchen.

I got down in the stairs to the kitchen to get a glass water and I saw Grandma cooking breakfast.

"Good morning, Grandma." I greeted her.

She turned back and smiled at me, "Oh, you're awake. Good morning too, my son."

"How was your sleep?" she asked.

"It was so nice. I never had a good sleep since I started working." I replied.

The aroma of her cooking was so fragrant that it filled the whole kitchen.

"What are you cooking, Mama? It smells good."

I call her Mama sometimes because she really looks like Mom, and she also calls me her son, as she never had sons, only Mom and Aunt Sylvia were her daughters, and we're so close when I was in my childhood days.

She loves me as I am one of her sons, with Mark and Andrei as well.

"Sauteed vegetables. And later I'll cook fish for lunch." Her reply.

"I'm sure it will be delicious." I said.

"Thank you for the compliment. Have a seat and eat first. I'll serve you food."

"Do you want a cup of coffee?" she asked.

"Sure. Thanks Grandma."

"I remember when you were a child, everytime I cook, you are always there sitting by the table. You sometimes help me with cutting the vegetables which your Grandfather harvested from his garden."

I do remember those precious memories, more precious than anything money can bought.

The fragrant aroma of every simmering soup and sauteed vegetables always fill the house everytime she cooks.

"Of course, I'm you're fan. You're the best cook."

"Really?" She asked, seemingly not believing me and thinking I was just joking.

"Actually, your food is better than Mom." I jokingly replied.

She just laughed lightly.

"You just got used to my dishes when you were younger. Why? Your mother cooks well too. She got her cooking skills from me."

"Yeah I also like her dishes, but I loved yours better."

She was done cooking and finally placed the food on the table, fried fish and sauteed veggie tops and tofu. I help her with the bowl of rice then finally sat together and have breakfast.

Then later on while we're talking, Aunt entered in the kitchen.

Grandma saw her daughter and greeted her as well, "Good morning."