The breeze was gentle, carrying the faint fragrance of flowers and grass from the yard. The gentle lapping of the stream echoed in the air, harmonizing with the leaves rustling and the birds chirping.
On the front porch, Lucille sat with Hazel and Regina under the eaves. A plate of cut fruits was served on the low table between their chairs.
Further inside the kitchen, Ashrik had already put on the apron. He reached for the thinly sliced beef he had marinated since breakfast, including a couple of other ingredients.
As Ashrik thought of the sleeping Isaac and Felix, he cooked a huge pot of rice. Even before Hazel and Regina appeared, he had already decided to cook massive portions for everyone.
Soon, the sound of a knife hitting the chopping board rang in the kitchen. The man stood before the open windows, the sunlight sprinkling on him.
