I got up early and made a phone call with my mother. I told her everything about my recent life. She yawned (打哈欠) and we said goodbye to each other.
I didn't know then just 16 hours after that, my mother would leave me forever. My mother was my best friend. After she died, I felt that I was the loneliest girl in the world. I didn't know what to do and I just sat at the corner, with great sadness around me.
My mother gave me many things, but she'd never taught me how to cook. She had learned to cook when she was a teenager and she had some secret recipes(食谱). Everyone said my mother made the best roast beef in the world. But her favorite food was fish pie. Almost every week, she would buy a prepared fish pie from a nearby supermarket. Then she made her own white sauce (酱汁), poured the sauce over the pie and served the dish to us for dinner. I felt tired of it.
My mother never had time to teach me how to make a white sauce, and I never had a chance to ask her. Now that she was gone, I would have to teach myself.
One night, I sat in front of the electric stove in the kitchen, recalling the past memories with my mother. An idea suddenly came into my mind—I wanted to taste that dish again. I quickly opened the fridge and found a prepared fish pie in it. Then with my mother's recipe beside me, I tried to teach myself to make a white sauce. Halfway through the recipe, I couldn't believe it—I made it!
I poured the sauce over the fish pie and ate it. This time, I found it was the most delicious dish I'd ever had.
