I stared distastefully at the orange table spread that adorned the kitchen table. Plates were already set, cups filled with ice, yet we were still waiting for the food.

“How much longer,” I complained, looking at the bustling kitchen. I had been banned from stepping anywhere near the food, considering I had sticky fingers when it came to delicious treats.

“Patience is a virtue,” My mother answered from across the kitchen, earning an eye roll.

“I don’t care, I just want to know when I can start eating the rolls,” I said impatiently, kicking the leg of my chair methodically.

My mother shot me a glare, before cracking an egg...