SIMON THE ZILLIONAIRE FROM NOWHERE

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Eddie awoke to the tantalizing aroma of cooking wafting through the house. The rich, savory smells stirred his senses and piqued his curiosity. Sliding out of bed, he made his way down the creaky stairs of Richard's old house. As he reached the bottom step, he saw Richard in the kitchen, surrounded by a flurry of activity. Pans sizzled on the stove, and the table was already laden with dishes.

"Good morning, Richard," Eddie greeted, walking into the kitchen.

Richard turned, his face lighting up with a tired but genuine smile. "Morning, Eddie. Hope you’re hungry. I’ve been up since dawn cooking."

Eddie surveyed the feast, recognizing many of the dishes. "This is Cecilia’s favorite food."

Richard nodded, his smile fading as a shadow crossed his face. "Yes. I thought I’d make all the dishes she loved. It’s my way of remembering her."

Eddie moved closer, placing a reassuring hand on Richard’s shoulder. "I’m sorry, Richard. I know this must be hard."

Richard sighed, setting down the spoon