I Was Born The Unloved Twin
/ I was Born the Unloved Twin 10 To the kitchen
Of course it probably has something to do with how I'm already walking and talking. My language is greatly limited and I can only waddle in short bursts but I can do it both at one years old! So if there's a baby mumbling semi-comprehensible baby orders at you or is spotted where they're not supposed to be, everyone is quick to go:
"Ah, it's Rosalia again."
This won't do and cannot continue. I have a lot of sche- I mean plans that are based on being absolutely ignored and undetected. However now I'm being branded as a troublemaker to watch out for. It's vexing how many times I'm caught and returned to the nursery by a now informed household staff member.
"Caught her in between banisters."
"When will she ever beat her record? What was it the parlor room?"
"Does the back garden count, they caught her under the marigolds over a week ago."
"Makes it to the kitchen rather well, oh but she loves it down there. Watches us all the time"
"Should you even be allowing that?"
"We're not forcing her, she just shows up."
"She's a baby she can't just show up."
"....well she showed up on the balcony earlier today so."
I think they have a betting ring going on over me. Wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't a inter-house game of who could catch me and where. Yes this cannot remain! Their attention should be on Lilyanne and whatever else goes on, not me.
And so lately I am instructing Lilyanne to walk. She successfully managed to stand for 3 seconds unaided and with a bit more practice I believe we can get her more to my speed. She previously mastered rolling after all.
"Up! aaaaand gewd."
"Ueee."
It's a work in progress, I'm having her hold on to the sitting cushions while she practices her walking. She can get a couple steps before falling flat down on her bottom
You can do it Lilyanne! Let's walk together!
"Gweee heehee!"
What a good girl. Our training regime continues along at a splendid pace. When she's walking around as well and the staff have had time to relax their watch on me, I resume my explorations. I've found a great way to the library recently, grampa made a secret pathway that's not so secret to me anymore.
It's fast becoming my favorite room to escape to.
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Soon enough all the attention was on Lilyanne again but not in the way I expected.
She's sick again. She's been doing so well all this time, no signs of a sick baby at all. But some things can't be changed from the past. She has a delicate constitution, always did. Besides watching her activity levels and encouraging good habits like exercise I can't do anything about her health. It's not exactly like I can go beat her immune system into shape.
....Or can I?
And that's how I find myself in the kitchen again. It's my second most favorite room since despite the large amount of people passing to and fro everyone accepts my presence here.
"Here to visit again Rosalia? Oh whatever will we do with you?"
They pinch my cheeks and feed me spoonfuls of something made of smashed squash, yummy. I get all sorts of goodies and snacks down here, It's something I just recently realized that Lilyanne doesn't get. She only eats our few served meals on and off with breast feedings.
It's time to introduce more foods into her diet. I've been too lax about her health lately assuming she'll be fine since she hasn't received any fevers or bouts. When I see her occasionally feeling unwell she tends to nap it right off and bounces back.
I would know since after sleeping together prior to the kidnapping incident, she refuses to sleep in separate cribs anymore. Occasional naps are fine but otherwise we share the same sleeping space. She's like a very warm squishy pillow. We've been separated these last two nights due to her condition and it's the longest we've been apart since the week of our birth.
Since I can't comfort her in our sleep I'll do so in the kitchen! Just leave everything to me!
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...Well okay not everything, I do need the maids and cooks to do...literally everything. Just follow my orders and we'll be fine.
"Por Lilian!"
"Oh it's for your little sister? Yes it must be lonely for you now that she's sick"
"cook dis!"
The kitchen maids and runners are a lot less strict on me than my maids but then again they're not under direct order of Gerta. While I hold a soft spot for her for never forgetting about me in the past it's rather restricting now a days. I'm not a criminal on the loose and do not appreciate being chased like one. She's a bit busy caring for Lilyanne at the moment so it's all good.
"Oh? you want to cook a dish! For Lilyanne? How exciting."
It's not meal time so a few of the kitchen maids and jr. cooks seem ready to humor me. It could be considered work since they were following the orders of the little miss of the house. Besides it keeps me safe and in their view. Even the head of the kitchen Mrs. Bethan is allowing it.
"Well than, what shall we be making today young Miss. Rosalia?"
"Rice! Rice pawidge."
"Ooooo a porridge?"
"Yes we've fed you that before haven't we. Have we ever given her a rice one though?"
"I can't tell with all the mess you lot seem to let her eat."
They haven't, what I'm thinking more of is a rice congee. Something I haven't ever eaten here but had commonly back in my homeland. This is the great thing about this land, the people here eat multiple sources of grain. Both wheat and rice are on the menu, thank goodness. Food is not lacking nowadays, hooray for prosperity!
"Birb bone, boil birb bones!"
"My dear Miss, that's not food."
"No food, soup! Make soup!"
"I think she means to make soup stock from the chickens"
"Oh well that we can do, anything else little miss?"
"Onon, dat one, an dat one...an giger!."
And so a pot of vegetable chicken stock is boiling away. Since they can't properly understand all my instructions I resort to a lot of patient pointing and smelling. A kitchen maid would bring up an ingredient and allow me to inspect it. The jr. cook even recommended I add in bit of fresh squash for sweetness.
A very well trained and respectful staff in the kitchen, I'll be sure to reward them in the future. Just listen to me and you'll have an easier life okay.
After the scum is removed some soup is added to the cooking pot of rice.
"Boil! Boil more, soft"
"It will overcook little miss."
"You know it might not actually turn out so bad. Mushy but not bad, why not?"
"Well of course we're doing all the work."
"Is no one going to question how a one year old is essentially giving us an actual recipe?"
"It's Miss Rosalia, is there any other explanation?"
"True."
"Gud job!"
The congee turns out well, a little plain but that's suitable for a baby as young as Lilyanne. I would prefer a little more herb, soy sauce and vinegar but this will do. The soup stock was properly salted ahead..
"Oh it tastes quite decent. A little bland but..."
"Texture wise it goes down easy, it's a good sick day dish."
"Well then Miss Rosalia, anything else?"
Of course we must add the finishing touch.
"Eggy! Ad egg!"
They're a little confused but they're good sports and crack an egg into a scooped portion. I instruct them to cover it and wait a bit as the fresh egg cooks.
"Oh it looks like a little sun."
"It's pretty good like this actually."
"You could add meat or seafood, it's a essentially a more versatile gruel."
"Well she did mean rice porridge."
"Yay you did it Rosallia! You made your first dish!"
"Hey hey try it with bacon, it's surprisingly good."
"Pass the anchovies, I wanna try something"
While the rest of the staff mull over and taste test the pot of congee, a portion is perfectly poured out. I only meant it for Lilyanne but sure, if the chefs want to all try it I see no issue. It's a little bland for adult tastes though.
"I go too, me too."
No one is really surprised to see me being brought in with the serving staff when we enter the room where mother is watching over Lilyanne. I think I see Ms. Gerta's eye twitch though.
"We have something special on the menu today my Lady."
"Oh?"
"Yes, little Miss Rosalia has been so helpful in the kitchen. She's made a get well dish for Miss Lilyanne."
"Of course we and the staff cooked it my Lady, but it really was thank to Miss Rosalia."
"Por Lilian!"
Mother chuckles and allows for it to be brought over. While flushed and weak Lilyanne is looking over at us curiously when mother picks her up. She brightens at my voice and the sight of me with the serving maids.
"Rosa!"
"Lilian! Fud eat!"
"Rosa!"
Mother of course checks over the food first. Lifting the lid on the tray to reveal a simple dish of plain white congee with an egg.
"Oh my, a little sun. What a suitable dish for you Lilyanne."
She takes a spoonful and hums in approval at the taste. Alright mother has given the ok!.
"Thank you Rosalia, you've worked hard."
She keeps eating it herself though....Mother? Mother that's for Lilyanne, you know your sick child? Maybe this dish suits mothers tastes a little too well? It gets to the point that Lilyanne is getting frustrated and whines to be fed herself.
"Ahh, ahh!"
"Oh you want some? That's a good girl, eat up."
After eating every drop she looks lively enough that the maids allow us to play together again. A good appetite is a sign in the right direction. For the first time in days we fall asleep in each other's embrace soon after.
The next day Lilyanne is mostly all but recovered but mother falls ill in return. The kitchen gleefully experiments making a lot of rice porridge though, as per request.
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Chapter end
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