Chapter 5 A taste of memories

Sarah's eyes lit up as she glanced at the flask on the table. "What's inside?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. Samuel smiled and grabbed the flask, opening it to reveal the aromatic contents. Sarah's eyes widened as she raised her head to take a closer look. She giggled and grabbed the flask from Samuel, her eyes shining with excitement. "Where did you get this?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

Samuel chuckled and smiled. "I made it," he said, clearly pleased with himself. Sarah's eyes sparkled as she took a spoon from Samuel's hand and began to eat. The flavors danced on her tongue, and she closed her eyes, savoring the taste. This was her favorite meal, one her mother used to make for her on special occasions. She would always eat three bowls and praise her mom's cooking.

As she ate, memories flooded her mind. She hadn't had this meal in a long time, and the taste brought back happy memories. She opened her eyes and smiled at Samuel. "You made this?" she asked, surprised. Samuel nodded, and Sarah's smile grew wider. "It tastes just like my mom's cooking," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

Samuel poured water for Sarah and handed it to her. "My mom used to make this for me when I was a kid," he said, his eyes lighting up with memories. "I'd always sneak into the kitchen to watch her cook, and eventually, I learned how to make it myself." Sarah pouted playfully, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I'm jealous," she said. "You know how to make my favorite meal, but I don't even know what ingredients you used."

As she finished the meal, Sarah felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She hadn't been hungry at first, but the taste of the meal had awakened her appetite, and she'd devoured it eagerly. She drank the water Samuel had given her, feeling grateful for the small moment of happiness he'd brought into her life.