Memoir Monday

I'm not sure what to write about, but there is this one memories that I have that has changed me to be the person I am today in the kitchen.
Ever since I was a little girl I had a nanny to just be there for me when I ever needed her help. She was at our house to make our dinner and wash our cloths and clean our house.
But, I don't like to thing of her that way. I like to think of her as my family. She has been with my family ever since I was a little girl. I've known her so long that, I know her children as like my own brothers.
Well, any ways, I was getting at. Her name is Maxima.
Maxima has taught me how to cook in the kitchen, wash the dishes, and even hang up cloths after being washed.
This one memorie I have in the kitchen with Maxima: "Que quieres comer?" Maxima asked me like she always does following me to the kitchen.
"Em... No se," I was walking towards the cupboard where we put all of the boxed food. Easy food to make. I pulled the cupboard doors open, and looked inside to get my favorite easy to make food. Mac in cheese!
"Buen opinion," Maxima always would tell me when I would take it out to show her.
"Me ayudas para aser los?" I asked her.
"Claro que si te ayudare," she would say and we would both start getting the pots and the ingrediants out to start making our favorite box made food.
After we would be done we would both get plates and eat what we made ourselves for lunch. Then we would have to wash the dishes and that was my favorit part. I loved getting all soapy and we would blow bubbles at each while washing the dishes.
But... If you want to know the worst part about those good times. I grew up. Now I don't get help (which is a good thing now, I can cook more food now). But, now I don't get to have the fun I had when I was like four to five-years-old. But, Maxima and me still have fun in other ways as family.
She taught me how to cook and how to wash dishes, and how to hang up cloths after they are done being washed. Shes taught me a lot.