Arturo watched his mother in the kitchen. She chopped the onions and put them in the frying pan with the sausages. She moved to the pan where the yellow rice cooked and stirred it.
Her head was beaded with sweat but she didn’t even seem to notice it. She opened the oven door where the scent of a cherry pie drifted to Arturo’s nostrils. His mouth began to water to which he sat down at the table.
His mother glanced at him with a frown then shooed him out. Arturo made a disappointed face then slowly retreated from the kitchen.
Her head was beaded with sweat but she didn’t even seem to notice it. She opened the oven door where the scent of a cherry pie drifted to Arturo’s nostrils. His mouth began to water to which he sat down at the table.
His mother glanced at him with a frown then shooed him out. Arturo made a disappointed face then slowly retreated from the kitchen.
