Frederick placed the last plate on the table before standing back to enjoy his own creations. Food was something that he felt happy to make and he put in a lot of love to make this one.
He rubbed his palms together and went to call Maria. Recently her health had been improving and he was happy about that and even happier because she didn't complain of the headaches or dreams again.
On the other hand, Maria had already entered the kitchen and prepared her own food. She never left her food but stood in the kitchen till it was done. She also didn't leave left overs and even there was a leftover she would throw it out the next morning.
"Maria, I've prepared breakfast." Fred called out.
"I'm coming wait a bit for me." She responded and scooped her food into her plate before bringing it to the dining table.
Fred saw this and his face turned ashen and it was like a storm was brewing behind his gaze. Maria had cooked her own food again!
