{Andrew's Point of View}
I walked down as I saw Rosabel cooking.
The image left a sweet taste in my mouth. It felt like a family. My family. Staying with Rosabel was bringing so much emotion to me.
I walked towards the seat and I saw Rosabel looking at me with a smile. Her hands had a bowl of soup in them. Her eyes stared at me as if she was eager to make me taste her masterpiece.
My lips curled up as I looked at Rosabel, "Why are you looking at me as if you have seen a ghost?"
Her eyes looked down as she did not reply. I wanted to laugh at it. She looked like a rabbit at times.
I sat on the chair as I saw Rose sit beside me. Her eyes were glowing as she pushed the bowl in front of me.
The fragrance was intoxicating. My eyes moved towards the kitchen where I could see it in full view. The mess was evident but there was still something a little mess in it.
