In the kitchen of the Bonifacio family's new house. Melissa was humming while washing plates and kitchen utensils. The water in the faucet flows at a slow pace as Melissa meticulously cleaned every nook and cranny of the plates and glasses.
She had just delivered the food to Fein's room. And after she finished washing the utensils, she would go to her bakery shop.
'I hope Fein would enjoy the food that I cooked for him,' Melissa sighed.
It was already a year and her son hadn't stepped foot out of his room. Melissa tried to convince Fein to come out, but it was for naught. Fortunately, Fein started to respond with short words after six months had passed, lessening her worries. So, she just did her best to improve her cooking skills further and took care of Fein's food.
