“I don’t think so.” Tina said still chopping away at the counter with her back to everyone. As she was cutting things up, she let her eyes scan the kitchen for what she could make these things into and once it was locked into her mind what she’d wanted to make, she moved about the kitchen with purpose. Bette knew better than to step in there once Tina was on a roll, she’d just be in the way of her spontaneous process.

Through therapy Tina found out that cooking though at times exhausting, helped to calm her mind and put her in the moment with her company. Being an executive with a seemingly twenty-four hour job, being a single mother of an extremely energetic little girl, and covering up her emotions on her newly formed relationship sometimes made her mind race with ‘What-if’s’. But cooking made her move on instinct, her hands moved with a certain fluidity that she could only find here in the kitchen.

She’d exposed some truths about herself that she’d been running from her entire life. She still felt like at times she was completely lost as a parent, she’d never had a good example of what a mother should be. Living in Sara’s home was at times like living with a big sister that had occasional rules that she didn’t mind being broken every now and then. Truth be told the only ‘child’ she could see herself mothering was her career, never in a million years did she think that Angie would come along and take all of her desires for filmmaking and embody them in a need to make sure she was happy. Her health and basic needs were never going to be a problem just her happiness, Tina never wanted Angie to be unhappy; if she could help it. Her desire to make sure Angie was happy sometimes overwhelmed her. That’s why each business trip was so much harder than the last, and the phone calls, the small chats through Skype, and all of the presents brought back from here and there were never enough for her. She was struggling with so many decisions as of late that here in these moments with her mind solely on what her hands were doing, she was free to the possibilities and everything that moved her was based on sight, scent, and taste. Nothing complicated about it, just what you’d put into it.