Mistaken Identity✔

Chapter 6

  It's a bit ironic that I actually cut my finger while writing this...

You'll get it...

It was six pm and Ms. Wilson still wasn't here. From my balcony, earlier today, I saw her leaving, but she hasn't come back since and I am starving.

   I took up the walky-talky from my bedside table so if Henrique woke up, I would hear him. I exit my room and made an aim for the kitchen. Since Ms. Wilson isn't here I might as well dish up something for myself and Henrique.

   I open the right door of the fridge and start looking for something to cook. The fridge was packed any there were so much things to choose from. I end up opening the two doors. I took out some onions, green pepper, green onions, potatoes and mixed vegetables putting them on the counter. I pulled over a chair and stand on it to reach the cupboards.

   After opening a few cupboards, I found the canned foods. I reached from the sweet corn and baked beans.

I know what I'm going to cook!

   Mashed potatoes with mixed veggies and baked beans.

   Placing all the ingredients on the counter, I start looking for the pots which where in a bottom cupboard. When I found the pots, I washed them out with some water.

      I add some water to the sauce pan and turn the stove on low. After taking out the cutting board, I opened one of the draws looking for a vegetable cutter and when I found it I started to peel the potatoes. When I finish peeling them, I wash them with salt water. I turned up the stove and add some salt to the pot. I start cutting the potatoes small so by the time the water finished boiling they'd be ready.

    I placed the sliced onions and pepper in the frying pot that contained the hot oil. They started to fry as soon as they went in. The scent fill my nose and I smile.

   I love cooking. I remember my very first cooking lesson when I was eight.

"Papa, when is the food is gonna finish. Tengo hambre." I pouted as I looked up at my stepfather.

    "Yo se, mi hija but you have to wait, the rice is uncooked." He gave me genuine smile, he reached out his hands and gesture for me to come. "Come, I'll teach you how to cook arroz so when you get your esposo you can cook for him, Si?"

   Sighing I took his hands. "No quiero un esposo. Boys are mean."

   Laughing, he shakes his head. "Okay, mi hija. Ven aquí"

  I smiled at the memory. Henrique Messi was a great man.

    I was opening the can of the baked beans when I heard a very loud scream. Frightened out of my mind I quickly release it from my hands and turn around.

  Looking at me was a very angry Ms. Wilson.

   "What are you doing in my kitchen?" she blazed with anger.

What a drama queen!

   I actually thought something was wrong. I noticed a slight pain in my index finger, so I looked down.

Way to go Mr. Wilson.

   I hadn't felt when the can cut me. Maybe it was because I was so frightened at the older woman's outburst.

   "Ooh, look what you made me do." I lifted my bleeding hands. A few drops on the floor. "Look what you made do me."

      I used my left hand to hold the bleeding finger. "When I first came here, I was told this place belongs to Alexander Carter and not a Cynthia Wilson." I looked back down at my hands then back at her.. "Look what you just made me so, all because I'm using a kitchen that doesn't belong to you. The screaming wasn't necessary. Totally uncalled for."