Starting that day when Angelou did teach me the basics of cooking breakfast, things between us immensely became light and there's a touch of closeness every time we were together.
The once solemn and compact atmosphere I slept and woke up to everyday, instantly brightens as if the glorious sun rises at the same spot where our household was erected. There's not a day where I look forward to waking up every morning and excitedly going home at night, knowing that I would behold her radiance and sweet smile.
We occasionally bond at the attic, where I shared with her pointers on how to create a remarkable piece of art, as she watched me work. The barrier between us before diminished and I was more than happy that finally things between us are going well.
