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I smelled eggs cooking. The food sizzled on a frying pan. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see what was going on. Carmen was at the stove. Her back was turned to me.
For a moment I forgot we weren't married. It looked so natural, and Carmen looked so much older at the stove. She looked pretty when she cooked—or when she did anything. Carmen heard me stir and smiled at me. Her smile made her glow.
"Good morning. I was worried you would wake up while I was getting some groceries. I'm making breakfast."
"Thanks," I replied, stretching.
Carmen quickly kissed me on the forehead before getting back to the stove. I hadn't had someone cook for me in a long time. I wasn't sure what to do. For starters, I went to the small fridge and poured milk. Carmen looked over and grinned.
Over breakfast Carmen told me that she got up early to do some exploring. She found a grocery store not too far away and a mall fifteen miles from our hideout. That explained her Capri jeans and blue tank under a light yellow loose shirt. I don't know how she did so much shopping while I was sleeping. She didn't forget about me.
In the bedroom she had lain out fresh clothes. Before putting on my new clothes, I quickly showered. Carmen had our toothbrushes lying on a shelf. I picked up mine and brushed my teeth.
It felt weird for someone to do things for me. I had always done things myself. From what I remember, my mother did similar things for me. Every year it got harder to remember her face. My mother would be the first one to get up.
When my father woke up and she was at the stove cooking he'd give her a kiss before sitting down. One thing I think that my mother loved as much as my brother and I was Dad. As I thought about it, I started to remember Mom did nice things for Dad, and vice versa. You could compare it to best friends. They were best friends.
They talked about everything to each other. There weren't any secrets they didn't tell. Carmen and I have no secrets as far as I know. After telling Carmen my life story, I've got no more secrets. The longer I thought about it I starting seeing Carmen as my wife.
If my parents were happy they way they were then Carmen and I would be happy married. Why wouldn't it work? In my heart, it felt right. I had this feeling we were meant to be together. I did want to be with Carmen for the rest of my life.
She was beautiful, smart, and always found a way to cheer me up. Something about her was contagious. A girl like her would want to wait. I was willing to wait. But if we were together, I wouldn't be able to get a nice job because I'm getting pretty close to a high school dropout. I would have to work harder for us to be together and to make her happy. I vowed that one day when I am better and fully capable of supporting her we'd get married.