86: Beginning of a friendship

SARA

I sighed for the umpteenth time which got my mom casting me another glare. It was another day of her ignoring me and showing zero interest in anything I had to say.

It was much worse because the day was for general baking. She was busy ordering the maids around to get the ingredients and stayed in the kitchen all through, calling out to me when she needed my help.

At one point, she told her to help out with the baking and not step out of the kitchen.

I groaned lazily as I did every chore she sent me and she didn't care about that. It was that way with her, no matter how many complaints you had whether boiling in you or spewing it out, you would still work for her

The day moved along, with me mixing flour after flour and she checking intermittently whether I was doing it the right way. She gave me the I-do-not-have-time-for-your-talks look anytime I tried to bring up a topic to at least lighten up the room and enjoy the working mode.

In no time, the sweet aroma of freshly baked cu