Rose
Ms. Stella
led me to a classroom
after the bell rang.
This was supposed to be
my cooking class.
I could hear
faint laughter around me
and I know right away
the class is lively.
I hear Ms. Stella's
pretty voice
and we walk over
to a station
in the room.
I don't know what to do,
so I rely on Ms. Stella
to teach me.
I hold onto her hand
firmly
as the teacher
instructs the class
and introduces me.
I don't speak
and I don't respond.
I just stand there,
staring at the table
in front of me.
I run my free hand
against the surface
and wonder if it's made
of metal.
I've never cooked before.
Then Ms. Stella
hands me the ingredients
I was assigned
to work on.
She tells me what to do
and takes my hands
and help me cook.
Her hands are cool against mine
and it makes me relieved
to have her here
with me.
My hand cups
a small cool ball
and I know
this is an egg.
I crack it against a bowl
and spill the yolk
into the bowl
very slowly.
I didn't want to mess this up.
It would only burden
the team I was assigned with.
None of them bother
to talk to me,
and I'm grateful for that.
They might distract me
from my intense concentration
of cooking
like a professional.
Ms. Stella
I try not to have Rose
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