Jade

　　Frank, engrossed in his usual routine of flipping through a magazine and occasionally glancing at his phone, seemed oblivious to the tension that hung in the air. Meanwhile, my mother, ever the culinary enthusiast, was bustling about the kitchen, her love for cooking evident in every dish she prepared. She and her love for cooking, god, I was tired of it!

　　"Jade, I'm glad you're here. Come, take a seat," my mother greeted me with a warm smile, setting a dish ...