Remi woke up in her bed the same as every other morning. It felt almost unnatural how normal the morning was. Despite how upended her life was, the world just kept spinning like nothing happened. She almost didn't want to get up,if she did then she would have to face the empty home feeling so cold without the warmth of her father. Even the thought felt daunting to her, so she stayed in bed for just a little longer,hiding herself from the cold for just a little longer. It was the afternoon by the time she got up, she still wasn't ready to face the reality infront of her but she had nowhere left to run.  

Remi stepped downstairs and into the kitchen, she didn't really feel like cooking so a bowl of cereal was enough for her. Everything in that kitchen had a memory tied to it. The stove was the first stove she used when he first taught her to cook,she somehow set the stove on fire but that was alright, with her papa by her side she felt like she could do anything so she got the hang of cooking and it became her passion. 

Those chairs around her were where they sat when she was told she couldn't pursue that passion because her father didn't have enough money to send her to a culinary school. She remembered how she sobbed for hours. Until she realized a new way to fulfill that dream with the restaurant she already had. 

“I’ll take the ramirez restaurant and make it so big that everyone would have to know my name” she said to herself. So she worked there waiting to take it over one day herself. Now she has and she has no idea what to do now.

Remi continues around her home, every item,every appliance and trinket had a memory of her father. So yes the house she lived in was empty but it no longer felt cold,the memories kept it warm enough. she started to break down into tears as she remembered every second of that warmth. Every minute she had spent with that feeling. Despite her tears it was that warmth that showed her she could keep going.