Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Historical Fiction

I stand in front of the small mirror wrapping my chest in tight binds. I sigh as I slip on my loose clothes and time my hair back in a tight bun. I swiftly walk out my room leaving my 2 little brothers to sleep awhile longer. The sun had yet to rise over the horizon as I stood in the kitchen throwing the wood into the fire. I put the pot on the metal above and poured some water in. I let it boil and poured the rice in and closing the pot. I stepped away from the stove and to the room next to it where I kept the herbs. I swiftly grab some dry herbs and flowers grabing the morter and pestal in the coner quickly I crush and mix them as I crush them. I smile and turn to grab another herb to see it is the last. I wont be able to open the shop today ill have to get more. I stand grabing what I have and back into the kitchen I go. I split the rice into 4 bowls mine having the least my mothers a medium and the boys having the most. I sprinkle the ground herbs into my mothers bowl and grab the boys bowls setting them on the table. I walk back into the kitchen grabing my. Mothers and walking to her room. The sun has risen as of now as I sit on the edge of her bed and put her food on the small dresser.