Japheth
It had been a long time since I had someone to cook for besides myself and Otis. I’d always enjoyed the kitchen, maybe because I had many fond memories of cooking with my mother. She used to have me sit on top of the counter while I helped her peel potatoes or chop vegetables. She would talk to me about nothing and everything while the kitchen filled with sweet scents.
Years ago, I tried to get Regina to join me in my culinary passion. In my usual, bull-headed, clumsy way, I thought that if she would just give it a chance, she would love it as much as I did. I guess deep down, I could feel her pulling away from me, and I was looking for new ways for us to connect. I had a plan! I would teach her to cook, and we would spend time together preparing delicious, healthy meals fr
