Little Helpers

Peter was an introvert. He gripped his father's hand tightly as he stared at Autumn and nodded. “Mhm. Thank you, Ms. Thorne!”

“Let's go, then!”

At home, Autumn and Peter busied themselves with picking produce in the backyard while Martin left to purchase fish.

Meanwhile, I started washing vegetables in the kitchen.

For the past four years, I had made a habit of personally cooking for Autumn so as