Part Four

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The next day, I was woken up by my twin sisters, Faith and Hope, jumping on my bed. 

"Emily, wake up!" Hope said.

"Yeah, we have good news," Faith said.

"Did you guys sleep last night? You sound exhausted," I said, yawning.

"No, we were too busy waiting for a reply to know if you have been accepted in to one of the greatest cooking competitions in the world," Hope said nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal.

"A reply? I didn't even enter," I said, dumbfounded. I may have lost my sight, but I did not lose my memory.

"Well... Hope and I may have secretly filed an application for you to enter The Next Top Chef last month," Faith said, leaving me even more surprised than before.

"We even sent them a video of you cooking. We always took ones of you for fun, remember?" Hope said.

"Not to mention, they were pretty impressed. They even accepted you," Faith said eagerly.

"D-did you tell them that I'm bl-" I said, only to be interrupted by Faith.

"Blessed with an amazing talent of cooking? Of course, we did. We also told them you had a little problem with your eyesight, but they didn't mind."

"Am I dreaming? Where's mom? Is she in this dream too?" I asked, too surprised to even comprehend the situation I was in.

"I'm here, honey," Mom said with a happy voice. I missed that voice. "No, you're not dreaming. You, Emily Brown, are one of the contestants in The Next Top Chef."

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