them were the centerpieces, more beautiful than I had ever seen, identification cards, cutlery, and many more things to decorate the tables, including gifts for each of the people that

t time here, but I had to help my mother. It was almost time and there was still a lot

spoons and each one was for a different use. I had never seen such craziness. For me, the soup spoon wa

s of all types and colors. I suppose they had been exported from other countries, because there was one called Corona, it said it was made in the Republic

r more chefs, I didn't have time to count them, because they were all running from one side to another. There was all kinds of food and main dishes. One of the trays was filled wi

or frying seemed to be quite new. They didn't use anything recycled

You must not let them burn or break. The people attending this party are quite wealthy and they

oblem. I'll do my best,

problems, much less to cause them to my mother. I start frying a lot of them. It has been about two hours and I'm still

th something?" I ask whil

on't let him finish becaus

ay nervously, while I start taking out the balls, but two hands

says, taking the utensil to r

ng my eyes fly from one side to another uncontrollably. I watch him fry a new batch and leave them perfectly cooked. This goes on for

and the owners of the party will get angry. They are a bunch of stuck-up a

my wrist and shows me how to do it. Our gazes meet and I can see something that I don't know how to describe in his eyes. He was on

so I should go," the boy say

ther's team? I didn't see you

he cheek, then he disappears, leaving me as red as an apple. It's not that no one has given me a little kiss, but this boy was speci

re. I hated the heat. I could even say that rainy days were my favorites. I search for my mother all around the place but I can't find her until one of the boys tells me that she's in the kitchen, in the dessert area. I go on a search f

look?" she as

I get married, I want an id

nly get married once. You know I'm one of those who thinks that love is foun