It takes only ten minutes to make rice. Or was it eleven? Would that one minute added or subtracted make that much of a difference?
Eloise had no idea, but she wanted to make it right.
No one would notice if it were so right or wrong, but this wasn’t about other people. This was all about her.
She wanted to know that she could do something right. She needed to prove to herself that she could make something good.
Do something right.
Just for once in her life.
Even if it were something as ordinary and everyday as boiling rice and making it good.
Making it all right.
Just for once.