Talia's POV
"Talia?" my mother calls as she enters my room.
"Yeah, Mom?" I nod and sit up straight on the floor, wiping my tears.
She purses and then comes closer to sit beside me. "I want you to have this," she says, handing me a small, worn book. "I think it will be helpful," she voices.
I take the book and immediately recognize it. It's my grandmother's recipe book, filled with old recipes, which each is a memory of love. I happily flip through the pages. "Thanks, Mom," I say.
"You've always found comfort in cooking. It's time for you to own this book. I remember my mother told me, specifically,, that it's yours and I will see the sign when it's time for you to own it. Now's the time," she informs, looking right into my eyes and I think I understand what she's trying to communicate
