LOVE ME HARDER • jb

16.

"Even in area's visible to only a certain person..."

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"Bella, mi può passare il basilica?" (could you pass me the basil) I asked Bella, as I stood at the stove the soft hum of music playing through the kitchen. Bella hummed back a response and I smiled continuing to stir the large pot of homemade sauce. It was a recipe that my mom had taught me back in my grade school days. She wasn't really working back in those days so she had the free time to teach me. Bella would be at her cheer practices or any other sport she was involved in and I was being taught how to cook. I guess my mother wants her "future lawyer" to be able to cook too.

 

"What time is everyone coming?" Bella asked me as she handed me the basil. I was about to tell her when my mother entered the kitchen, her hands and arms full of glass cups and utensils.

 

"They should all be coming at about three," She huffed out, trying her best to place everything carefully on the island.

 

Seeing her trouble, Bella and I both rushed over to help us each helping placing everything on the island. I studied the cups and utensils and realized that these were our finest dishes. I should be use to it, but I guess because last year we went to the United States for Thanksgiving we didn't bother to celebrate the Canadian Thanksgiving. Every year we host the get together and with last years absence it just kind of made me forget.

 

"That's in less than two hours," I gasped looking at the clock on the wall. "I haven't even started on the ravioli. Barely anything is finished. I still have to put the sauce on the lasagna, bake the pizza's, I had Bella cut the cheese for the cheese plate. The meats for the meat trays still haven't arrived. Devo fare in fretta!" (I have to hurry) I rambled on and on, making  m y way back over to the stove area. I opened up all the cupboards grabbing all the ingredients for making the ravioli. I set it all down on the counter, grabbing a knife.

 

"Victoria, slow down before you hurt yourself." My mother sighed, but I didn't pay any attention. I volunteered to make all the food for today and I am completely running out of time.

 

I ignored my mothers words, spreading the dough out with a roller. I  made sure that it was nice and flat before I grabbed the knife cutting the dough into sections. I didn't realize how fast I was moving until I yelped, causing me to drop the knife and grip onto my finger as the blood started to rush out.

 

"Ow, ow, ow." I cried as my mother rushed over to me, turning on the faucet and sticking my finger under the cold water. "Careful mom. It stings." I whined as she slapped my hand when I tried to pull it away. I know that I was 18, but that wasn't going to stop me from crying in pain.

 

"Well, maybe you should have listened to me," She scolded as she ushered Bella away to get me a paper towel. "Go and clean yourself up. Bella and I will finish making the food."

 

I nodded my head at my mother's words, gripping the paper towel tightly around my cut finger as I scurried out of the kitchen and up to my bedroom. I slammed my bedroom door shut hissing as my finger came in contact with the force and went into my bathroom. I flicked the light on and opened the cupboards grabbing a bandage out of a small first aid kit. I took the paper towel off of my finger and saw that the bleeding stopped, but I could still feel the sting of pain. I grabbed some Neosporin and smothered it on my cut before wrapping the purple color band aid around my finger. I smiled in satisfaction at my work and looked up at nails. Ew, they were losing it's color. I would have to get them done again soon.