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SO PEOPLE  I JUST REALISED THAT I  ONLY NEEDED TO WRITE A STORY ABOUT 

A JOURNEY AND A RING

ISN'T THAT GREAT!

NOW I JUST NEEDA WRITE OTHER STORIES 

WAHOO!

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"Mummy, can you  tell me about your first baking experience?" My child asked me curiously as she climbed up my legs to settle on my lap.

Oh well......

Opening my mouth, I started......

Whenever I bake delicacies like pineapple tarts, I am always reminded of the very first time I attempted baking.

"Ring! Ring! Ring!" The timer rang.

"The chocolate chip cookies are finally ready!" I exclaimed enthusiastically doing a happy dance around my room.

I sprinted out of my room making a beeline for the kitchen.

Specifically, the oven in the kitchen.

Since young, I have always aspired to be a pastry chef. So, my enthusiasm to see how my chocolate chip cookies had turned out would be a natural occurence.

 Right?

Before I opened the oven, I sniffed the air.

The rich smell of chocolate could be scented in the air.

My stomach growled in hunger. Drool was practically dripping from my lips.

Without a moments hesitation, with just a flick of my wrist, the door of the oven opened.

My  eyes were shining like stars in anticipation of how my cookies had turned out.

However,

Blackened trails led  up to the blackened chocolate chip cookies.

That could only mean one thing,

The cookies were burnt.

"......and that my little one is the very first time I baked. Which was of course a disaster." I smiled at my child, booping her on the nose while she stared up at me with her wide, innocent eyes.

Yeah......

That was really very embarrassing.

Well, away from that embarrassing moment.

Now,

I am a successful world-famous pastry chef.

Due to my perseverance, I had not given up on my dream to become a pastry chef.

I hope you will not also give up on your dream too!





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