My meatloaf always tasted good especially when I added cinnamon nut meg.Mom and I would wash it down with a cup of coffee each while Jim, my cute little brother would go on with a bottle of coke. Dad wasn't always around. If he was, maybe the saturday routine would be cancelled. Saturday was the day we usually had our meatloaf. Kim,Jim's twin would take tea with her's instead (she was also cute)
One thing I loved after every meal was the compliment I got. I was only thirteen, yet my Mom would let me handle the kitchen affairs, only on Saturdays though, but at least I could boast of being perfect in meatloaf preparations. My other meals were like damn! My little siblings would complain about the quantity of salt and seasoning cubes. Mom would do same, but that didn't bother me because I knew I'll always get a high compliment for my meatloaf.
On a Monday, I noticed some dark sticky pellet like substance on the kitchen table. They were about 1.4 inches long. On normal days, I loved being inquisitive, and so I would have pressed the pellet like substance with my fingers and then smell the finger. I always love trying new things like mixing detergents and powders together, but I've not been able to contribute a law to Chemistry. On this day I would have done something similar but I didn't, I just used a nylon to cover my hand as I picked them and threw them into the dust him. I didn't give much attention to it, but one thing I didn't know was that I had just been saved from a viral disease.
Saturday came and I moved into the kitchen to begin my routine. I had joy all over me. I was busy slicing the meat while I engaged my vocal cords. All you could hear around the house was
"One step in front of the other
no looking back
no looking back............"

That was Mandissa's 'press on'. I didn't allow my vocal cords relax since I downloaded the...