Necessary changes.

Juzarh

Leiya

“Not like that!” he yelled, causing me to freeze on the chair.

“You're going to hurt yourself if you hold it like that.”

He added in a calmer tone. He placed his hand over mine that was holding the knife. Walking behind me, he placed his second hand over the one that held an onion.

“Hold the knife like this.”

He whispered, gripping my hand firmly, but gently holding the end of the knife. He brought it to the onion, slowly bringing it down on the vegetable and cutting a piece out of it. He repeated the action a few more times, firmly but gently holding both my hands as he did so.

“Like this.”

He uttered softly. He was so gentle, standing so close behind me, I rested on him. I let go of my hands, letting him guide them through the process. Quietly watching the vegetable cut into smaller bits.

“Aren't you supposed to let me do it now?”

I asked when the onion was cut halfway.

“Shh.”

I heard him say. A cute giggle escaped