.His Pleasure.
Asha's P.O.V.
"Hey Mom" I say as I step into the house from the front door.
I take in the aroma of cinnamon and fresh baked breads.
Right away I could tell she was making her famous cinnamon swirl bread for the county fair in a couple of weeks.
she wins almost everyone so I don't see why people try to compete with her she has the best baking hands in the world.
"Well come on in Chile an help ya momma take these delicious treats to the car ".
she said I grabbed a dish following her outside to the family min-van.
I swear ma'ma had that thing since I was a little baby it still smells of baby powder and diapers.
I lace my sneakers and place the dish in the back seat my mom comes outside carrying another dish her hands shaking.
My mother is getting old soon she will need someone to take care of her.
My father died in prison when I was starting my first semester in college.
he was arrested for selling and distributing drugs to locals in New York city.
My Dad was sentence to death row.
and that immediately tore our family apart my brother gave his life to the streets.
And I was forced to take care of my mom until I moved out on my own.
