Chapter 11 This is my Kitchen


    I''ve being at Carter home for a week. I felt like an intruder. The intense stares I got from the servants


    were so embarrassing. It is obvious they hated me. Ms. Wilson, the ring leader, sometimes would just


    look at me and shake her at me, when I asked what was wrong she ignored me. Most days Henrique


    and I stayed in my room and we listen to music and y games. I was falling for this child my sister


    abandon. He made me happier than I''ve ever being in my whole life since the ident. He is my pride


    and joy. I fell for his big green eyes and his dimples.


    I look at my sleeping nephew and smile. I brushed his ck hair out of his face. He is a beauty. What


    was wrong my sister thing when she left him here?  Of course she exactly the type who''d leave her


    child. Ever since she epted the position at the modeling agency, she was never the same. She


    started to think about herself and no one else. She started to date elder men. She started to think


    money was everything. She was aplete different person after four months of working there. She


    was no longer my sister. She was just a model who happens to look exactly like me.


    I sighed and started to y Paradise Bay. After five minutes in the game, I heard a knock on my door. I


    didn''t answer so the person came in.


    "Ms. Bisson lunch is ready," Ms. Wilson said at the entrance of my room.


    "Henrique, is sleeping." I replied without looking up at the middle-aged woman, who was propbaly


    giving me a bad eye.


    "Ms. Bisson, your lunch is ready. I''ll just leave his for when he wakes."


    "Ms. Wilson when he gets up I''ll eat mine also. Don''t worry about the dishes and look at the bright side.


    You won''t have look at me with a bad eye." I finished. I knew she hated me and I didn''t want any more


    of he rubbing it in my face.


    She coughed, "Okay, Ms. Bisson." With that she exited my bedroom.


    I sighed. My life in hell. If you asked me Ffive years ago, where would my life be I''d probably tell you I''d


    be married with my first child and be working at one of the biggest Marketing firms in Las Vegas. I  was


    born and grown in  Vegas before I moved to New York. Now my life waspletely different from what


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    I expected. I''m not married, I have no children and I don''t have a job. My heart burns at the fact that my


    life was a mess.


    I ce my phone beside me and shut my eyes. I let the tears fall.


    I felt tiny hands on my belly ying with my navel. I wince, I slowly open my eyes to see my nephew. I


    smiled. "Henry, baby."


    He immediately lift his head to the sound of his name. He smiled at me and his dimples start showing.


    "Hongri..," he says in his babynguage.


    "Hungry, baby?" He nods. I got up from myying position and came off the bed. I held my hand out


    and he dly enters. I lift him on my side and made my way down stairs.


    I made my way to the kitchen, which was empty,  thank god because I rather escape the mean look I


    receive from the maid. The food  was covered up on the table. I took off the cover and I saw a sd


    dish with some milk and snacks for the baby. I let out a heavy sigh and rolled my eyes. She wanted to


    wake me up just to gave me sd. That wouldn''t even full Henrique''s stomach. I ce Henrique on


    floor to y and eat his snacks.


    I opened the fridge and look for things to do a simple meal. I found nothing, everything was for a heavy


    meal. I went to the cupboard. I founded spaghettis and mixed vegetables. I ce them on the counter


    and start cooking for myself. I cut the pepper and onions and ce them in the pot where the hot oil


    was. They started to fry. They scent fill my noise. I loved cooking, I loved the scent of unfinished food in


    my nose and when it was finish, I loved it even more. I ce mixed Vegetables in the pot and mix it


    with the seasons and put the stove on its lowest level. I put the spaghettis in a pot of hot water, to cook.


    As I am to put the boiled spaghettis in the pot with the mixed vegetables I heard a scream. I turned


    around immediately to see Ms. Wilson looking at me with anger within her eyes.


    "What are you doing in my kitchen?" she zed with anger. What a drama queen! Who screams


    because someone else use a kicthen that didn''t even belong to her.


    I lightly cleared my throat then said. "When I first came here I was notified that this ce belong to


    Alexander Carter and not a Cynthia Wilson. You left me to eat a sd, that wouldn''t even be able to


    make a mouse stomach full. You obviously want me to starve and Ms. Wilson I''m a woman who eats a


    lot and you didn''t give me that so I''m making my own lunch. So stop with the urban drama. The


    screaming wasn''t necessary." I turned around back to my lunch. I need to enjoy the luxury thates


    with living in a mansion. There were many food hereplete opposite of my old home. I was being


    paid to take care of Henrique, i might as well enjoy the delicasy thates with it. I will no longer go to


    bed hungry.


    "What''s going on here?" I heard Carter''s voice behind me. I stayed were I was and took up the


    spaghettis and ce in the pot. I stir it and ce the cover on the pot. The silence was still in the air


    when I turned around. I saw Carter in a suit and Ms. Wilson beside him, both staring at me with angry


    eyes. I shrug and look at the baby on the ground. He ced the snack in his mouth and continued


    ying with his toy. I smiled, he was peaceful not giving a shit about what''s going on here. I look back


    at the two adults present.


    "Ms. Bisson, I will like to speak to you when you are finished," he turned to Ms. Wilson "Follow me to


    my office."


    He walked out of the kitchen and his maid behind him.