Dany and her team had worked tirelessly for days. The dust of the construction site, the constant noise of tools, the seemingly endless decisions... all of it weighed on each of them like an invisible burden. But that day, they finally found a moment of peace. They had planned it as a simple break, but it ended up being much more: a small celebration of life in the middle of the forest, next to that imposing waterfall that looked like something out of a painting.
Dany woke up craving something comforting, a taste of home, and so she decided to make a spicy stew, one of those that warms the soul. Delicious meat, soft potatoes, and fresh tomatoes, all seasoned to perfection by her and with the necessary love to remind everyone of home. Cooking for them, for her team, was her way of thanking them for their effort, their love, their patience with her mood swings, and everything else.
They all arrived at a small clearing in the forest just after noon. The waterfall sounded imposing; it must have been a spectacular place to set up a beautiful viewpoint and spend hours appreciating its beauty. We settled near the water, in a corner where the sunlight filtered through the trees and painted everything gold. The workers set up a makeshift grill with stones and dry branches. They began roasting meat while she cooked the stew in a large pot.
They all ate together, laughing, sharing stories from the construction site, from our lives, from our clumsiness. Some dipped bread in the stew, their eyes watering from the spiciness, but they kept repeating how delicious it was. Others took turns sampling different cuts of roasted meat, their hands covered in grease and smiling genuinely. It was a humble feast, but full of heart.
As the sun set behind the mountains, the atmosphere became magical. The campfire that had been used for Dany's cooking was instead used as a place for people to sit and soak up the warmth, some with a beer in hand, others simply gazing at the stars. One of them had even managed to bring a guitar and started playing. The air smelled of firewood, meat, and damp grass. Dany felt at peace, feeling her baby move gently in her womb, as if she too wanted to be part of that moment.
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