Undetermined to March 27, 2013
Mother's KitchenThe horridly pink-painted and floral-wallpapered kitchen was alive with the savory scents of cooking food. Wren was smiling and humming to herself as she tossed the salad--bright red-orange tomatoes, cucumber chunks, sliced onions, carrot slivers all mixed in with the various green lettuce leaves. The bread had been taken out moments ago and was cooling on the island counter, waiting for someone to sneak by and steal a bite. In the oven, one of the main dishes—a meatloaf—cooked and outside, her husband Jacob manned the grill, cooking steaks for those who didn't care for meatloaf.Mother's Kitchen by RemySwan
It was busier today since there were so many more people there than normal. Sisters, a brother, nieces, nephews, her father and step-mother, her mother, her husband, brothers-in-law, a sister-in-law, and her own daughter—all of them were there for dinner which meant that she had to do more cooking than usual. And, for the most part, she was in there on her own.
"Need some help, Wren?" her ste