Ratri Reynold's.......
she was kind & cute
She was curvy & beautiful
She was her Papa's Princess
She was a mother to her baby sister and her world revolves around her Papa and sister
Most importantly.... The 24yr old Ratri Reynolds was the innocent...
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Ratri's POV
Alarm rang breaking my beautiful peaceful sleep. Rubbing hands over my eyes, I slowly opened them and stopped the melodious tone i set for the alarm. It was a gift from my grandma from India before she passed away few years back
I looked beside me to see my cute little sister cuddling into my chest, hugging me with her little hands. I couldn't help but awe at her angelic innocent face, my Ritu, my baby. . .
Sometimes she does calls me mama Ratri, yo tease me. I really she likes to call me mama. But she never got to saw our mama. Thinking of mama I didn't even realise when a tear slipped out of my eyes. Because she died due to some complications while giving birth to Ritu. I was the only mother figure my Ritu had
Sighing I wiped the tears.
I placed a pillow on her side which she soon clung onto, throwing one of her arms and legs around the soft pillow. I chuckled at her cuteness. But I can't spend more time here as I have Duties. I got out of the bed quiet, not wanting to wake up this cranky monster sister of mine as it's only 6 in the morning. After doing my morning business I decided to go to kitchen.
I knew what papa needs in the morning. He needs his tea right away. So that what I did. I made tea first.
In morning papa likes to have pancakes or toast with omelette and orange juice for breakfast. For Ritu if it's pancakes she wants it to be chocalate chip pancakes. For today I settled with pancakes, egg and orange juice. And I also have to prepare lunch for them too. Because I can't let papa to have canteen food. I wanted them to have homemade food. It's not that I'm saying canteen food are bad. But my heart doesn't agree.
I readied the breakfast. Once I placed them in hot box and placed them in the dining table, I saw It's 7:10 in the morning. They have to go before 9:30
"Okay time to get ready the lunch Ratri" I mumbled while collecting the ingredients. I learned how to make that from my mama. And Papa always tells me that I make the delicious food, Just like my mama. He got this love for Indian foods as my mama makes sure to make Indian food in five days a week.
I started preparing dad's one of the favourite dish, Indian style tomato rice. I washed and soaked the rice well before keeping it aside. Soon I was working on the main things grabbed tomatoes, onions, green chillies, all needed spices, oil etc. Once sauting and everything is done, I checked the tomatoes were mushed well and ready to be mixed with rice. When it was done with mixing rice, I added water to it for to cook on the low flame for two whistle in pressure cooker.
Washing my hands I checked the time and it's already past 8
The whistles of cooker brought me back to the kitchen. Once I opened the cooker after few minutes allowing it to cool down, the beautiful delicious aroma surrounded me.
