Chapter Eight

She placed a plate right in front of me, and the aroma of a nicely prepared meal saturated the room. It brought back memories from the past; it smelt like mom's cooking, and I remembered how she hums songs in the kitchen while preparing meals for the family and her beautiful smile. I wished things remained that way. Then I wouldn't have met this devil sitting right in front of me.

I suddenly remembered the day I found out about her cancer, the day I came back from school and met her in the kitchen preparing dinner. Where she found the strength to still prepare dinner that night made me wonder if she is from this world. She has superhuman strength and a good sense of humor; even on her death bed, her smile didn't fade, and her light didn't go dim.

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"How was your day at school?" mom asked

"It's school mom," I replied as I made my way to the kitchen. She smiled and rolled her eyes at me. The aroma from the meal she was making hit me, and believe me, it was divine.

"Go freshen u