Soleil
Soleil nods, a little bobble headed in her exuberance but with a laser focus as she commits this new rule to memory. Taking the measuring cup, she carefully maneuvers it into the flour bag, moving slowly her first time to gain confidence. Pink tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrates.
The flour spills over in a small puff as she levels it, but her apron catches it easily enough, and the girl doesn’t even notice with how intensely focused she is on the cup in her hands. By the time she dumps it in the bowl, it feels as if an age has gone by. But she preens with success all the same, and luckily the next two cups are much smoother and completed faster. Wiping her cheek and leaving an unnoticed smear of flour, Soleil turns bright eyes to her tutor. “Baking soda and salt,” she parrots, looking around the counter. Salt she knows, but baking soda is just another white dry substance to her untrained eye.
The flour spills over in a small puff as she levels it, but her apron catches it easily enough, and the girl doesn’t even notice with how intensely focused she is on the cup in her hands. By the time she dumps it in the bowl, it feels as if an age has gone by. But she preens with success all the same, and luckily the next two cups are much smoother and completed faster. Wiping her cheek and leaving an unnoticed smear of flour, Soleil turns bright eyes to her tutor. “Baking soda and salt,” she parrots, looking around the counter. Salt she knows, but baking soda is just another white dry substance to her untrained eye.
a happy soul is the best shield
for a cruel world
for a cruel world
