𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞
𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼 takes on his role as his sister's right hand man and he'll do any mi...
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Slices of strawberries decorate the plate of crêpes with Nutella drizzled on top and covered with powdered sugar.
I dust my hands together and step back to take a look at my creation.
I have always been the type of person to make my food look pretty. I found that it makes it much more appealing to eat.
"Desiree?"
"Cuisine!" I shout as I wash my hands. After drying them, I bring the plates of food to the table and start washing the rest of the dishes that are piling up. [ 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝖪𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇. ]
"Desiree, je croyais t'avoir dit de me laisser faire la vaisselle," my grand-père says as he walks into the kitchen. [ 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖾, 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾. ]
"Et je pensais vous avoir dit que cela ne me dérangeait pas de les faire," I respond. "J'aime vous aider autant que je peux." [ 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇. ]
"Que ferais-je sans toi, Desiree?" he asks, kissing my cheek. "Viens t'asseoir. Nous ne voudrions pas que votre nourriture refroidisse." [ 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖶𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽. ]
I laugh. "Non, nous ne le ferions pas." I decide to listen to my grand-père and leave the dishwashing for later. He has a point because I didn't cook breakfast just to eat it cold. [ 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: 𝖭𝗈, 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍. ]
