Two Months later…

She walks into the enormous kitchen and looked around – a wonderful place to prepare meals and have your thoughts. She breaths out as she strolled into the less-busy kitchen. It was a Sunday evening and Bushra had the kitchen to herself – almost.

The female chef spotted her and briskly approached her; gaze lowered. 'Good evening, Ma. Do you need anything?" She asked as she took a glimpse at Bushra. They were specifically ordered to cook whatever Bushra ...