I woke up on Christmas morning to find Hera and Howard talking in the kitchen. The smell of food cooking had my stomach screaming for help.
Hera and Howard looked as though they were having a blast. They had a turkey in the other, mashed potatoes on the stove, stuffing, jello, gravey, home-cooked noodles, and so many other foods. I know I don’t have this much food here. They had to have gone grocery shopping before I got up.
Looking at the time, I see it is 10:18 in the morning.
“Why didn’t someone get me up?”
Hera smiled. “Love, you needed your sleep. You have been through a lot.” She pointed out.
“No, I’ve been through worse. I’m just struggling to bounce back this time,” I retorted.
Jumping in, I helped them cook and get everything ready. We had an absolute blast. Talked, op
