Mellisa

I'm standing at the stove and cooking dinner. The kitchen is decorated with flowers and plants. I'm humming a song to myself. It's evening now. It's 7 p.m. on the clock. I hear footsteps behind me and turn around. "Hello, dear. Welcome home, my love. I'm cooking a delicious dinner for you, honey." I'm cooking dinner in the kitchen. Everything is beautifully served for dinner. The house is very clean and tidy. I greet you with a wide, strained, fake, friendly smile.