You didn’t know how you got inside of a random house. Nor do you remember the people who stared at you weirdly. You just remember smelling the spices, the freely-flying aromas coming from the kitchen and immediately hunger drove you straight there.

Inside was a tall person with a dedicated look on their face, black eyes reflecting the burning embers that heated the pot. They didn’t notice you until you accidentally sneezed, practically jolting in surprise before that shock was replaced with a warm smile.

“Ay, anak! Sit, sit! I have food for you, saráp-saráp…” They scrambled to grab a plate, spoon and fork while bringing the finished food they cooked onto the table. The person looked at the stove, then to you, before deciding to divide their attention to both you and the stove. Great.