I COULD BE HAPPY & private, moksha

[DAESUNG.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 10px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black;"]Somehow cooking brought her some sort of peace. She could zone out, allowing her hands to do the work, muscle memory being such a beautiful thing. She wanted to make another kind of stew, gathering some vegetables from the greenhouse: kidney beans, diced green peppers, cilantro and many others. It was slightly spicier, something she liked. She wanted to make sure everyone would be fed three times a day, that would be the bare minimum. No one should starve. Her hair was tied back, not wanting to risk one of her thin hairs to fall into the soup. Finished with the stew, she set the pot on the stove to cool and grabbed herself a bowl and a spoon, sauntering toward the table to eat in silence... Alone.