When people use shortcuts for literally every aspect of life, I like to relish in the process that is cooking from scratch.
In the end, most of us failed and had to repeat the course. Including me.
This was when my nightmare began.
I even considered giving them away.
One day, I almost struck my nephew for breaking an expensive plate.
She was born before her parents were married, so somehow, that makes her a disease on society.
Finally a dish that everyone from different backgrounds can enjoy together.
It did not take me long to discover that my quality as a women lowered just because of my disease.
I tried to brush off the feeling but I could not ignore the familiar, uncomfortable knot in my stomach.
“Awww… she’s trying to speak our language, it’s so cute!”
Apparently, I was expecting too much.
If I slept, I’d miss the opportunity to be successful.