She walked into the kitchen, finding everyone busy preparing the next meal. She always felt like there was a feast at the volume of food cooked by these untiring people. But, of course, they were feeding not just a family in each meal.
"Is there something I can do to help?" She asked, knowing they could always need a hand.
Soon, she was either stirring a pot of stew or helping with cutting the vegetables. At first, she would be honest. She had no idea what she was doing. But slowly, she was getting the hang of it.
"You are a God-send." One of the sisters whispered to her as she passed her workstation. But she believed it was the other way around. She barely helped them. But she knew they had saved her from her doom.
"I can barely cut this into cubes." She countered, but the sister only laughed at her, leaving her to do her next task.
