"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's just a tiny little scratch, it really doesn't count as anything. You don't know, the First time I cooked, the hot oil even splashed onto my Face."
"Cooking really is hard work. Do you cook a lot at home?"
"Yeah. Anyway, it's just me and my Son at home. I did hire two Aunties, but I'm his Mother, I can't let my Son grow up eating food made by other people all the time. When he grows up, I have to let him know what his Mother's cooking tastes like!"
Anthony Davis looked at her and said, "You're a good Mother."
Emilia Johnny shrugged. "All I can do for him is this much. After all… he doesn't have a Father. If I don't shower him with a bit more love, what's he going to do? Let's not talk about these annoying things, let's eat."
"Okay, let's eat."
They quietly finished dinner, and when Emilia Johnny went to wash the dishes, she was stopped by Anthony Davis.
