Mama Powron always did like to cook. You'd come any day to the farm house and for a mile away ye noses will get blissful embrace from mama's broth. The big black stove never cold to the touch, her apron never loose from the frame that takes most of the kitchen space.
It was her kingdom. There she reigned and she never let any one share in her glory.
Until one day she said to me
"Child, it is time you take part in this kitchen. You coming into puberty and all."
"Also I have to run to the Deyrly Farm. So I need you to watch me pot till the broth boils"
So that is the reason. I think to myself. To say I was willing, a lie.
But no one says no to Mama Powron If you want to live and enjoy life.
So I smile and say "Yes Mama Powron I shall watch the pot of broth"
And with all diligence of mind I watched. Even in my dream I watched.
And when Mama Powron returned I was in heaven along with the house, the farm and the broth, where I am still watching
The pot.
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