Please excuse my mistakes.
The next morning, I was in the kitchen making
breakfast, they had a cook but I wanted to help.
A because Ms. Pat grow mi fi nuh eat from people enuh, and even though I know the cook Naah go do mi nth, mi just paranoid a waah part.
Michaela came downstairs and said, "Watch big chef, Mally affi go married yuh enuh."
"Why yuh nuh go marry Shacko," I whispered to her using his nickname.
"Avoid mi," she chuckled.
"Morning Miss G," she said to the cook.
"Morning Micky," she replied stirring the pot.
"Wah unuh a cook?" She asked.
"Yuh too faas," I chuckled.
"Hungry mi hungry, I have a 10 o clock class," she said sitting at the table.
"Yuh go school?" I asked.
"College, online," she replied.
"Oh."
"Wah and Wah yuh want inah yuh plate?" I asked her.
"Everything," she said.
I made her plate which consisted of pancakes, eggs, franks, plantain, and slices of bacon.
"Yuh want tea or orange juice?" I asked her.
"Can get both please?" She yawned.
I placed her plate in front of her, then placed down a cup of tea and orange juice each.
"Thanks, sis," she said.
I began making Malique's and I plate while Miss G went to inform them through the intercom that breakfast is ready.
One guy came downstairs and sat beside Michaela. Mi never sure if him did di deh with them last night but after hearing him calling to miss g, mk fi sure say he was there cause mi recognize the voice.
And mi Naah share no food fi him, cause dem love ramp too much.
I placed franks on Malique's plate even though I know he doesn't eat them.
I felt someone hug me from behind and I know it was Malique.
"How yuh wake up leff mi?" He asked.
"Yuh did look tired," I replied as he kissed my shoulder.
"Hmm," I handed him his plate before pouring his orange juice.
Dem man yah nuh drink tea.
"Thanks," he replied as I poured my tea.
He looked at his plate with scrunched eyebrows then he look down at my plate and swapped them chuckling.
"Ih Killa nah eat no sausage," he said.
"Whatever," I went to sit down with the juice and the tea while he brought the two plates.
Mi Naah share no food fi Orville and Michael, dem play too much, miss g affi handle dat fi dem.
Malique sat beside me and I held his hand as I asked God to bless our food.
Orville came downstairs yawning before he greeted everyone.
"Nuh call to me," I told him.
"Jah Jah," he chuckled.
Miss G made a plate for him and the guy who was sitting beside Michaela got up and sat on the other side so that he could sit beside her.
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