Chapter 1: The Mundane
It cost extra money, especially with the new vertical and genetically engineered farming techniques, to get organic ingredients, and even more to get non-yeast products, but Nataliya thought it was worth it. She pinned her black, smooth, hair into a ponytail before getting to work. She specifically purchased her house because of it's amazing kitchen, marble counters, fit with a bar and two expansive ovens with eight burners. With grace she moved about the kitchen, collecting what she needed, half without looking, as she knew every inch of her home by heart.
Lilia walked down the stairs a bit later, Nataliya was in the process of cooking Blintzes.
She was about 115 centimeters tall, she had her other mother's black, curly, hair, and gorgeous jade eyes. She was pretty for her age, but also in good shape, her mother stressing a good diet and healthy lifestyle more than the average American parent. She was wearing loose, light-blue, pajama bottoms, and a white tee-shirt.
She trotted into the kitchen and glanced around before saying, "Blintzes? What's the occasion?"
"No occasion, am I not allowed to make blintzes for you?" Nataliya responded.
"I guess," she said as she crawled up into a seated position on one of the counters.
"What's going on in school today?" Nataliya inquired, continuing to move about the kitchen unhindered.
"Nothing really," she responded casually.
"You're taking classes I couldn't take when I was twice your age, and nothing is happening in any of them?"
"Pretty much."
"You must be learning something... What about molecular physics?"
"Are you even interested?"
"Of course."
"You dropped out of high school Mom, I doubt you'd get it."
"I am much smarter than you might think."
"You run an organic food store."
"So?"
Lilia jumped off of the counter and walked towards Nataliya's coffee, sniffing it.
She sighed and said, "And you're drinking at six in the morning."
Nataliya stopped, then sighed.
"We talked about this," Lilia said, patronizingly.
"You're nine," Nataliya said.
"Almost ten, and I have an IQ of 173."
"I'm still your mother, no matter how smart you get."
"I suppose."
"You suppose?"
Lilia sighed and said, "What can you tell me about my other mother...?"
"Not much more than I already have."
"You haven't told me much."
