One More Chance - Chapter 4

In the morning I was woken to the sound of the smoke alarm. Nelly was still asleep she could have sleep through hurricane Katrina. I rand downstairs to see what was wrong it was just my aunt trying to cook pancakes.

"Auntie what are you doing."
"I was trying to cook pancakes for you girls but-"
"Did you put oil in the pan."
"I was supposed to put oil in the pan."
"Yes auntie."
"The container said just add water and pour."

My aunt was seriously domestically declined. She couldn't cook. She hated to clean, and she refused to wait hand and foot on someone. Yet my aunt is very far off in her career and is a ceo of her own advertisement agency.

"Auntie how about I cook the pancakes."
"Will you really sweety, thank you."
"Of course."
"You know you look just like her especially in the kitchen."
"Who.... Mom nah I look nothing like her mom was gorgeous."
It's true my mom was gorgeous she was tall, nice figure, long flowing black hair, big brown eyes, and a flawless complexion. Whereas I am short, no curves except my big butt which I was proud of, I had nappy hair that took hours to straighten.

"And so are you sweety."
I just looked away from her and stared into the pan thinking of how my moms hair flowed in the wind her perfume and the way dad use to hold her in his arms I want to cry.

"Why does it smell like blueberries and smoke down here.