Chương 67: Michael End
In the kitchen, a man adorned in a pristine apron stands poised over a cutting board. The rhythmic sound of a razor sharp knife slicing through an array of vibrant vegetables reverberates throughout the room.
Michael, with his dexterous hands and unwavering concentration, expertly carves carrots, zucchini, and bell peppers into precise, uniform morsels, which he meticulously arranges on a nearby plate.
The enticing aroma of simmering ingredients wafts through the air, mingling with the sizzle of chicken frying in a pan.
Just a few steps away, Michael's mother, a seasoned cook with a deft touch, skillfully tends to the succulent poultry, her practiced movements a testament to her culinary prowess. The harmonious symphony of sounds and scents creates an atmosphere of warmth and comfort.
Michael gaze shifted to his elder sister nearby, Ashley, who was delicately wrapping lumpia with practiced ease.
She glanced up at Michael, her eyes wide and pleading like those of an innocent puppy.
"Brother, help me," she implored, her voice a mixture of desperation and playfulness.
Michael scoffed in response, his tone laced with feigned annoyance.
"Help me, my ass! Just look at the two baskets I'm tasked with," he retorted, gesturing with a flour covered-finger towards the enormous baskets brimming with an assortment of fresh, colorful vegetables.
His mother chided, "Watch your language, Michael."
"I'm sorry, Ma," Michael conceded.
Ashley's eyes twinkled with mischief as she extended one hand, her other hand's index finger tracing circles above her palm, as if to say, 'You, brother, are but a marionette dancing in the palm of my hand.'
Michael's forehead vein pulsed in response to her taunting, his focus returning to the relentless task of chopping vegetables. His eyebrow twitched involuntarily as he caught the faintest hint of her suppressed laughter, a sound only he could discern.
After nearly thirty minutes of bustling activity in the warm, fragrant kitchen, Ashley found herself playfully teasing Michael, treating him as if he were her own personal toy, delighting in their lighthearted banter.
Suddenly, Mila entered the room and addressed their mother, "Mother, Grace has arrived."
Her mother cast a knowing glance in Mila's direction, her eyes filled with understanding. "She should take some time to rest, particularly since she's pregnant. The journey to this house must have been quite taxing for her."
With that, she returned her focus to the sizzling chicken on the stove, the aroma wafting through the air.
Mila nodded in agreement and turned her gaze to Michael. "Go help Bryan in the living room with the reunion preparations," she instructed.
Then, she looked at Ashley and added, "You should take Michael's place in cutting vegetables."
Michael playfully stuck out his tongue, taunting Ashley in a secretive manner that only she could see.
Caught off guard, Ashley inadvertently squashed the fragile lumpia nestled in her grasp.
Mila arched an eyebrow at Ashley, her curiosity piqued. "Is something wrong, Ashley?" she inquired.
Quick to recover, Ashley replied with a forced smile, "There's nothing wrong, Sister."
Michael, witnessing this exchange from the corner of his eye, couldn't suppress a roguish smirk, as if to silently declare, 'Behold, the sweet taste of karma.'
With a triumphant and gleeful expression, he sauntered away to join Bryan in the living room.
***
As Michael ventured into the huge living room, he was greeted by a lively scene. A karaoke setup, complete with a microphone and television, beckoned to him, promising of laughter and song.
An array of classic board games, including Snakes and Ladders, Scrabble, and Monopoly, lay invitingly on a nearby table, alongside a colorful assortment of card games like Uno.
The room was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of a sumptuous feast. A banquet table groaned under the weight of delectable dishes such as adobo, pork sisig, buttered shrimp, pancit bihon, succulent beef steaks, chocolate fountain, fruit salad and a myriad of other culinary delights.
Amidst this festive atmosphere, Michael's gaze fell upon a handsome man, Bryan, who was busily arranging an assortment of light beers and refreshing drinks. Bryan, who was married to Michael's sister Grace, looked up and caught sight of Michael, his face breaking into a warm, welcoming smile.
"Michael, it's been such a long time," Bryan exclaimed.
Michael returned the smile. "Yeah… It's been a long time, Brother Bryan," he agreed, as he approached the table.
Eager to lend a hand, he asked, "Is there something I can help with?"
Bryan responded, "Oh, would you mind fetching the coconut pudding from the refrigerator?"
Michael gave a subtle nod, gracefully making his way to the fridge. He retrieved the delectable dessert and returned to Bryan, presenting it with a flourish.
As Bryan accepted the coconut pudding, he curiously asked, "How old are you, Michael?"
Maintaining a calm demeanor, Michael replied, "I am 19 years old."
Bryan carefully arranged the coffee jelly on the lavish banquet table, a feast for the eyes. "How about we enjoy a drink with Travis later?" he suggested, adding, "You're certainly old enough."
Michael pondered thoughtfully before agreeing, "Of course, but I'll stick to light beer."
Bryan's smile radiated warmth as he responded, "Very well."
They proceeded to immerse themselves in a sophisticated yet carefree exchange of pleasantries, all the while making elaborate preparations for the impending reunion soirée.
Travis arrived home, seeking assistance to lift the succulent roasted pig. Bryan, brimming with enthusiasm, promptly lent a hand, and in unison, they expertly situated the succulent centerpiece upon the grand banquet table.
With the pièce de résistance in place, they turned their attention to the more intricate details, ensuring that every aspect of the reunion soirée was impeccably arranged.
Mother Kayla, carrying a tray laden with golden, crispy fried chicken, and Ashley followed closely behind, balancing a plate piled high with scrumptious, savory fried lumpia, their delicate, crispy wrappers glistening in the light.
Together, they adorned the table with their culinary masterpieces, the dishes beckoning to be devoured.
With a practiced hand, Ashley then turned her attention to concocting an assortment of tantalizing dipping sauces, each one designed to enhance the flavors of the feast before them. The fragrant scents of garlic, soy, and tangy vinegar mingled in the air, further enticing the senses.
Across the room, Michael meticulously adjusted the camera on its tripod, ensuring the perfect angle and distance to capture the essence of the family gathering. His keen eye for detail and composition would immortalize this moment in a cherished photograph.
Nearby, Mila engaged in a lively conversation with Grace, who reclined elegantly in a plush armchair, her laughter filling the room with warmth and joy.
Little Ivy, her eyes alight with anticipation, stood beside them, her gaze unwavering from the pièce de résistance: a mouthwatering, perfectly roasted pig, its skin glistening and crackling, promising a symphony of flavors and textures.
The air was positively electrified with anticipation and affection, as the family meticulously orchestrated the arrangements for their awaited reunion celebration.
Michael announced serenely to those gathered around, "The camera is ready."
Upon hearing his words, the family exchanged knowing glances, their faces lighting up with anticipation. They gracefully arranged themselves in front of the camera, ensuring that each person was perfectly aligned within the frame. Michael set the timer and hurried to join the group
Ivy's smile radiated pure joy, her eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky. Behind her stood her father and mother, Travis, and Mila, their expressions a mixture of pride and affection.
To their side, Bryan and Grace stood arm in arm, their love for each other evident in their tender gaze.
Ashley playfully flashed a peace sign, her youthful exuberance adding a touch of whimsy to the scene.
Mother Kayla beckoned Michael to her side, her warm, inviting smile making him feel truly at home. As he settled in beside her, she gently patted his head, a gesture that spoke volumes about the depth of their bond. Michael's smile mirrored the happiness that enveloped the entire family.
Together, they focused their attention on the camera. The flash of light that followed immortalized the moment, capturing the essence of their reunion and marking the beginning of a joyous celebration that would forever be etched in their memories.
As the man, Michael, cast his gaze about the chamber at the commencement of the familial gathering, his heart swelled with an ineffable emotion that stirred the very depths of his soul. His countenance remained serene, yet within him surged a felicity beyond the grasp of words.
Merriment echoed through the air as tales of yesteryear began to unfurl, and the effervescent aura of love and acceptance enfolded each and every one present.
In that fleeting, transcendent moment, Michael beheld the true treasure that graced his existence: this extraordinary assemblage of kindred spirits.
Through the vicissitudes of life, their unwavering support and shared tribulations had wrought a bond of resilient unity.
As they reveled in the joy of their reunion, he was suffused with a profound sense of belonging and an immense gratitude for the benediction of a loving family.
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