ANGEL OF HIS LIFE

Daniella gazed at the steaming hot soup on the cooker and mentally shook her head. Even in her own her eyes, she could see that what she had just prepared was far from what can be termed as ‘soup’.

It looked like a concoction and the taste was very awful that she had the urge to puke just now after having a taste of it.

She itched her hair in shame and turned off the gas cooker.

Gosh! She couldn’t possibly give this to her father, as she was almost sure that she’d end up poisoning him.

“Arghhhhh,” she grunted under her breath while she wore back the cooking gloves and then put away the pot from the cooker and stepped out to dispose the whole thing.

Of course, Daniella had watched her father preparing all sorts of soup in her presence before, not once or twice.

But she had not always paid attention to how her father prepares it, instead she would focus on his breathtaking face and every single step he takes as he cooks, as if she was watching the only most interesting thing in the w