Altamira.
My eyes shot up from the nightmare I had just had.
I have never been so relieved to wake up.
I dreamt that the slave buyer and his angry dad had found me and they were turning on their power saw to chop to tiny pieces.
The air was filled with a sweet aroma, my stomach grumbled .
Someone was cooking something sweet and delicious.
I got down from the bed and made my way to the kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen I was amazed.
Yolanda's son was cooking.
He looked so adorable in his tiny chef attire.
I gawked at the little boy impressed at how at his young age he was cooking.
He served on the plates , Italian Pasta then added meatballs and thick stew.
This was something I don't see everyday a young kid cooking, just amazing .
He turned to my stare.
" good afternoon Ma'am
