I check the sweet and sour meatballs I cooked for our dinner. It’s half past six now. Soon, Luis will arrive. I still don’t enjoy cooking, but I like it knowing that I am doing it for him. Besides, Luis does not always have time to cook for us both. And because I stay more often in the unit, I take care of these chores.
The door clicks open and I glance at Luis. I smile, happy that he’s back. As expected, he comes toward me and gives a kiss on my neck and cheeks.
“Smells good,” he praises.
“Then take a rest, so you can eat before you take your shower,” I say, putting in the role of a housewife.
Somehow, I am enjoying this. I’ve done this for my family, but it feels exciting that I am doing these things for him. Besides, he is very easy to please with my meals. Gerald and my mom are di
