Born a mother

Chapter 1

I walked to the market by my mother's side, trying to keep up with her steps. She was walking fast to reach there before the spice are all sold out.

As soon us we stepped in the market, the holiday vibe hit all my senses. I inhaled the smell of fresh spice and tuned out all my thoughts with the voice on the people haggling all over the place.

The hurried crowd rushed in all directions and I stepped back just in time before a man walked into me with dozens of boxes covering his view.
Mom walked us towards a the flower store "morning Mr. Wilick," she said. our neighbor, mr. Willick and his wife were a friendly couple who sold flowers. Mom would always leave us at their store whenever she came to the market. We would hang with their son Robby until she came. He was Rosie's age so they would sit and talk while me and Andy played together.

"Oh hello there Marry, brought your little musketeers I see" "sorry to bother you with them again bu-" she began to apologize like she always does but he stopped her. "It's alright. We love the kids. And they are no trouble so stop stressing it." He said but she didn't seem too assured.

"I'll be back in an hour" she said and took my brother, Andy off her back. He fell asleep along the road while she was giving him a piggy back. Rosie, my big sister, took him from mama's arms and sat him by the bench.

After making sure Andy was sleeping comfortably, I turned to mom and pulled her sleeve "mama," she crouched down to me "what is it you want sweetie?"
"Can I come with you?" I asked hesitantly, scared that she might say no.
"Well of course" she said and I sighed in relief. "Rosie take care of your brother Rhea will be going with me" "sure" said Rosie without looking up from the mirror in her hand. She loved putting flowers in her hair whenever we came here.

We went to the butcher first to get some meat for dinner. I observed mama choose the right type of meat, checking it's color, tenderness and freshness. I put all those in mind and we moved in to the spice parlor.

She took her time there. Picking up each one tasting a few and smelling many. I saw two tiny jars holding the same type of powder and I brought each close to my nose.

I closed my eyes and let my noses pick the right one. One was strong. I could tell that one pinch of this in anything and the flavor would be changed. On the other hand, the second one had a somewhat calming smell. I pictured it mixing with other spices in harmony. It would create a more flourishing flavor to the tongue.

When I set the jars on the table, I found mama and the shop keeper looking at me. "W-What?" I asked feeling my face warm up. "She got a good taste. Don't let it go to a waste" said the lady. Mama bought the jar I was holding and gave me a pat on the head "should we go back now?" She asked. "Mhm" I said with a nod.

"You have a really good taste" she praised. "How did you know this one was better?" She asked me "that one was too strong. It would stand out" I saw satisfaction in her eyes and I know I said the right words. "Let's get your brother and sister and make your dad a nice dinner now shall we?" " yeah let's go" I replied.