Chefs kisses

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I managed to save one picture of ma from the bonfire. Her making the bubble bath for me. I was in the bath with my arms around her. Her smile was gleaming bright and recognized the dress she was wearing, it was in the bonfire. Covered with flowers and ferns it matched her glowing skin. Her hair was naturally brown and her teeth as white as snow. Her pearl necklace was burned too. I forced a smile through my tears I missed the old days. I would not be here for another second, racing to my room I stuffed my duffel bag with clothes, books and the photo of ma. Then I paced to the kitchen and stuffed small portable foods such as bread, granola bars then it hit me. Ma bought this house for me and father. I could not just leave, this house had so many memories, ma, father and me it was our perfect trio. I figured that I should stay not for me but for ma.

I'll admit I can't cook, I am seventeen and I can't cook anything apart from two minute noodles. So that is what I am having for dinner, organic, salt piled two minute noodles. I only put half the seasoning because ma said that too much salt is not good. Marg would have forced me to put the whole packet of seasoning plus extra salt. I turned the kettle on and got a pot out of the cupboard. There was white powder everywhere now. Marg was getting worse and worse every day. I poured half the flavor sachet and mixed in some vegetables I had chopped earlier. Then I fried one egg and put that on the top of the serving bowl. Finished off with bock choy and shitake and enoki mushrooms drizzled with dome chili oil. I couldn't wait to eat this, it was spicy and sweet and salty all at the same time, the mushrooms crunched, the noodles slurped and the flavors burst. It was like an orchestra everyone plays their own part. I ate through the night finishing around 10 to retrieve any item from the bonfire and stick them back on my wall. Two pictures and a bracelet, that was all. I held myself together and got ready for the terminator to get back home. Eventually she did, with some teenage boy.

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