Chapter 3

Lila finally starts me on work today. After seeing some color back into my cheeks, she nods her approval and sends me off to help Bernard. Expecting to work with her all day, I am surprised and frightened to work with the big, burly man.
Hesitantly, I make my way to the front door where the room splits into separate sections. The kitchen is located to the right and I already hear the clanging of pots and pans. Once I make a few treacherous steps toward the kitchen, a cheerful face suddenly pops out of the door frame and smiles with too much energy.
“There you are!” he says, starting to walk over to my frozen-in-place form. Pushing me into the kitchen he states, “We’ll be doing a lot today so we better get to it!”
Once inside the white, clean kitchen he slaps me on the back which makes me jump from surprise. Grinning from ear to ear, he leans forward making me retreat by a little step. “Well come on then!” he declares, waving his hand toward the table in the middle of the kitchen full of all types of food. Cautiously, giving a nervous glance to the bulky man, I make my way to a stool he pulls out for me. I sit down and watch in pure awe as he chops away at different meats and vegetables all adding them to a broiling hot pot. In the few short seconds it takes him to do this, he then continues to pound and knead something pale in color and soft looking. He throws it into the air multiple times just to catch it once again and stretch it before repeating.
Without giving me a second glance, he turns to the countertop surrounding the walls of the kitchen to grab a huge chunk of meat, a bowl, and many different bottles. This wondrous chef puts the meat into the bowl and starts shaking ingredient after ingredient on top o...

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...own food and deposit it into my mouth. The jumble of flavors makes me eat more and more. It does not look like the other yellow cake, but this one is delicious as it is.
Satisfied, I help Bernard with carrying the dishes to the kitchen. He shoos me out to go to bed when I offered to help. My feet stop in their tracks when my eyes catch the sight before me. Lila, crouching, was cleaning up someone’s tracks. Stomach dropping, I look down at my feet and see they are the same size as the footprints Lila is washing up.
Feeling a pair of eyes blazing through her, Lila turns to find a body still with bewilderment. With sympathetic eyes, she walks over to me, and without saying a word, the kind-hearted lady hugs me. “I love you just the way you are,” she whispers, bringing tears to my eyes. Impatiently wiping them away, I hug back bringing a smile to her face.