Joana
I dragged myself to the kitchen, my whole body numb. I yawned as I strolled inside the kitchen and met daniel drenched with flour. I gaped surprisedly at him, wondering what he was doing. The kitchen counters were smeared with flour, plus the plates and kitchen utensils were scattered on the counter. I watched curiously as he rolls the flour into ball shapes.
A smile crept on my face at how focused he was before interrupting him. "What are you doing, Daniel?"
He whirled towards me at my voice. "Mom, you are up?"
I nodded and moved closer. "What are you doing?" I darted my eyes over the balls of flour in a bowl. He was making egg rolls. "Where did you learn how to do this? From a friend's mom?"
"No, Mr. Grumpy taught me how to do this," he gestured to the ingredients. "When I was there, he made me some and they tasted so heavenly and I promised to make some for you."
