The Wrong Woman

Imogen walked into the kitchen and started preparing the vegetables. "Dad, let me do it. You can rest for a while."

"You've been working all day, so you must be tired. Let me cook. You can rest."

"I'm not tired," Imogen said as she guided Gregory out of the kitchen. She firmly said, "I'll do the cooking tonight."

Gregory had lost his legs, so he used to walk with his hands. A few years ago, he spent thousands on a prosthetic leg but was swindled with a poor-quality one. Now, standing too long caused him pain, and he walked with a limp.

"Alright then," Gregory replied with a contented smile.

Imogen busied herself in the kitchen while Gregory drank tea in the living room. Half an hour later, she made two plates of paella, a salmon omelet, and a bowl of Greek salad.

"Dad, dinner's ready."

Gregory walked over to sit down. He looked at the food on the table and then at Imogen.

Imogen sat down and used her cutlery to serve Gregory some food. She said, "Dad, let's eat." However, Gregory frowned.

Imogen noticed his serious expression, so she asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

resigned as he asked, "Imogen,

puzzled. She asked,

down his cutlery, he sat upright. He said,

Imogen picked up a piece

her, "Have you forgotten that you have

really remember that she was now married. Also, she was so used to cooking for just the two of them. Imogen quickly put down her cutlery and asked, "I'll make another dish.

Your husband looks like he has a

kitchen again. She made six burritos. As she

saw Gregory, he said, "Dad, Imogen, I'm

dinner," Gregory

set down the burritos and hurried to get another

table, he was stunned. A plate of burritos, a bowl of Greek salad, and a

bit embarrassed because she and Gregory usually

make do for now.

cutlery, he said, "It's fine. Eating light is good for the body, so there's no need for you

off work