Willingly Her Version

In the late afternoon, a small city "Merida" in Venezuela. A golden light spilling through the windows,Althea, 20 years,is just coming home work .Her mother Anya is in the kitchen, while her father Gregor is outside fixing something on the porch.

The kitchen smelled like cinnamon and fresh fruits. Althea leaned against the doorway, watching her mother ,rolling dough with slow, practiced hands with her brown hair braided and pinned like always,a thin streak of flour on her cheek

Thought you was working late ,Mrs Montiel said without looking up,voice warm as tea."I left early " she replied, toeing off her shoes ,then walked to her mother's side and kiss her cheeks which made her smile, she ask for her father only for Anya to glance that the window, Althea looked at that direction and saw her father. She quickly run there to give him a kiss

She went back to the kitchen and help her mother, once they were done ,she set the dining table with dishes and jug of fruit juice.She called to her father Mr Montiel in a few minutes later him gave and they started digging in.