Marcus stirred the pot slowly whilst I sat on the dining seat watching the steam rise, the scent of the spice filled the air of the kitchen.
Watching Marcus cook has turned into one of my favorite human activities, I wanted to learn how to. I loved how they chopped the vegetables, the sound of soup boiling, and even the way oil hissed on the pan.
I was thinking about cooking, not noticing that Marcus had already sat down in front of time now, and for a long time none of us spoke, it was just the soft sound of soup filling the quiet.
But Marcus finally broke it.
“So,” He said slowly, “you meant what you said earlier? Wanting me to train you?”
I glanced at him, playing with the dining mat. “ Yes Sir Marcus, I’m tired of being helpless and weak. Every time something happens to me, I’m e
