The life of Raven McKenna
EPISODE TWELVE
Theme: The life of Raven McKenna
CONNECTICUT, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA
RAVEN MCKENNA’S HOME
The room busted with activities causing Raven McKenna to smile heartily. Her little boy was so full of energy and it seemed like the whole country couldn’t contain him. And at that moment, he was exerting as much energy as he could on his poor grandma.
Raven chuckled lightly as she placed the dishes she had been cleaning with a napkin back on the plate rack. She watched the two people she loves most on the world keenly from the kitchen. Her mother, Eva McKenna and her son Rowan McKenna, they meant a whole lot to her and she would go extra miles to satisfy them. No war was too tough to face with them by her side and able to protect each other.
Raven McKenna busted her ass all day and night to ensure that she provided just enough for them with her chef job at Golden Restaurant. And not to bluff, Golden Restaurant was one of the best restaurants in town.
Her heart went out to her mother, seeing how much she loved and cared for her grandson despite the circumstance surrounding his birth and how much she had disappointed her mother at some certain point.
Her father, Brian McKenna had died in a hit and run accident when Raven was at the young age of three. Since then, Eva McKenna had taken it upon herself to take good care of her daughter. And fortunately, she did a great job at raising her child singlehandedly.
But as fate would have it, Raven got pregnant a year after she graduated from high school when she was nineteen years old. Knowing there was a limit her mother could do at taking care of her and her baby, Raven worked two jobs despite her condition.
Two years after she birthed her beautiful baby boy, Raven enrolled herself in Valeria Rosa College, a culinary school to be come a chef while also running part time jobs to provide for her family.
Raven’s dreams are to own a restaurant and give her small family the good life they truly deserve. But for now, she was pleased with having her small family which includes her, her mother and Rowan her beloved son.
“Mom!” Rowan called out, snapping her out of reverie.
Raven looked down at him with a small smile on her face. “Hey champ.” She responded and ran her hands through his hair playfully. But she also knew that the gesture would annoy him.
“Stop it, mom! It took grandma a whole lot of time to perfect the hairstyle.” Rowan whined as he stamped his feet on the ground.
Eva rolled her eyes at her grandson’s drama. “That’s so serious of you, Rowan. You didn’t even stay still through the process.” She accused him.
Rowan chuckled knowing she was right. And it caused Raven to give him a side glare. “Have you been troubling your grandma?” She queried.
Raven held up his hand in defense. “Never! Trust me mom, I have been a good boy.” He replied, smiling sheepishly at his mom.
Raven exchanged glances with her mom as they busted in laughter. “I am hungry, mom.” Rowan mumbled.
“I am starving!” Eva walked farther into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and brought out a jar of apple juice. “Do you mind, Rowan?” She asked.
“Yes grandma, I want some too!” He charged towards her.
Eva picked out two glass cups and poured the liquid into them. “Here you go, my prince.” She handed him a glass.
“Thank you, grandma.”
Eva sipped from the glass of juice and she smacked her lips in delight. “Oh my goodness, this is pure heaven. The perks of having a great chef as a daughter.” She raised the glass up in the air.
“My mom is so great!” Rowan gave his mom a thumbs up.
Raven shook her head. “I am making bacon for breakfast, are you both in for it?”
“Of course!”
“Yes! I want bacon and eggs! I love it!” Rowan jumped in excitement.
Eva and Rowan spoke up at the same time.
Raven already knew they wouldn’t turn it down because it was their favorite. Eva and Rowan would prefer to have the meal all day and night if possible. She nodded at their delight and set to prepare breakfast.
“We should sit and watch your mom prepare our favorite meal.” Eva helped Rowan settle on the high stool close to the island before she took turn in sitting down too.
Raven grabbed an apron and sourced for bread in the fridge. She added butter to the surface of the slices of bread, toasted it and set it aside. She made sunny side up eggs that Rowan loved so much, also not forgetting to prepare the sausage links which her mom loved too and bacon scripts.
“Wow. She is so good at flipping eggs!” Rowan whispered to his grandma who just simply smiled down at his cute face.
Raven placed all of the delicacies on three different plates. She washed her hands, wiped it on the napkin and slapped her palms together.
“Breakfast is ready, clients! Thanks for watching.” She announced.
“Yay!” Rowan clapped his hands and did a funny gesture of I love you sign with his fingers.
Raven couldn’t help but wonder where he had learnt the gesture.
“You love food too much for a boy of your size.” Eva teased him. She stood up to bring chilled water to the island.
The stools and the island served a purpose of dining table for the small family. Raven set a plate in front of her son and they all settled down to eat after saying a brief prayer.
As they all ate in silence, Raven heaved a sigh of relief as she chewed on a sausage. The sigh of relief was not as a result of being satisfied by the food but because of the sort of peace that she could feel within her. She thought of how far they have come together and how great they have been doing as a family.
However, the thinking was cut short when Rowan glanced down at his wrist watch and back up at his mother and grandma.
“Oh! Damn it!” He exclaimed.
Eva arched her brows in surprise. “Watch your words, young man.” She scolded him.
She had told him several times not to use curse words. Rowan was only seven but he acted like a teenager. Raven also feels that her son is growing up too fast than she expected.
“Sorry grandma. I just remembered that there is a live football game from Europe showing this morning! And guess what?! My role model, Jacob Miller is playing!” Rowan said excitedly as he jumped down from the stool he sat on and grabbed his plate of bacon and water.