The Mafia's Butterfly (Rewriting)

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Josephina

"Oh rabbit poop!" 

A mess...a glorified mess is what I would call this. 

You see after cleaning my mother's disgusting collection of alcohol bottles off every surface of this house, I had to make dinner. Nobody will ever understand that in my life I've never worked so hard before. You know some people work hard for their future like working hard for their dream job/career or working hard for financial situations and having a goal in mind but not me. I work hard to stay alive because the universe knows that if I didn't do anything in this house well then let's just say I would be in the ground right now. 

I've been attempting to cook something new and different with the few ingredients that we have in this house and it's not going well as you can imagine. Not only was I distracted in trying to clean a stain off one of the pots but I also spilled the sauce I was making all over the floor and now I'm trying to clean it while the pasta is busy overflowing on the stove!

Am I good at cooking...I don't think so. 

"Okay Josephina pull yourself to together please." I say out loud to myself. My leg has been numb since I left school today and it's just as numb now as it was before because now I'm putting more strain onto it as I clean the sauce that I spilled all of 5 minutes ago...

Damn it Josey!! You had one job!!

Let me explain quickly...

I tried making pasta with this new sauce I haven't tried making before. And it was going fairly well until I spotted this huge ass stain on one of the pots I was going to use and it bothered the living shit out of me. Small things like that constantly irk me to no end and I refused to use it until the stain was gone but then it obviously wouldn't come out and so I left it in the sink and used a different pot for the sauce. Life was all fresh and fuzzy once after half an hour the sauce looked somewhat finished and I had to attempt to move it to the other counter so it could cool down. The stove only has two plates, one of which has old food in it that mother tried to cook and I am terrified to open it and clean it because it's been there for weeks which leaves one stove plate left for cooking on. I made the sauce first because that would take the longest to cook while the pasta itself wasn't too long of a wait. And so I moved the pot with the pasta onto a counter next to the sink very carefully and then moved the sauce from the pot to a bowl or container of some sort because it's the only other pot we have and I needed it for the pasta. Once I washed the pot clean and put the pasta, some salt and hot water in it I put it back onto the stove but as you can imagine I can't do anything properly so as I was walking I tripped. 

What did I trip you may be thinking? I fucking tripped over my own feet!  

Luckily I managed to put the pot down with the pasta on the stove before I tripped and so the pasta was safe but the sauce wasn't because once I tripped I fell backwards which caused my hand to fall into the bowl of sauce and pull it down with me. That's something I actually forgot to mention...not only is the fall covered in sauce but so am I...

Now the pasta is cooked because I've been trying to clean the mess I made but it's starting to overflow because I put too much water in the pot. Everything is a mess right now and I'm not doing well. 

"Where the fuck are my door keys!!" A voice rings out through the house. 

Yay just what I need at this moment. 

Mother dearest is home...

"Josephina open the goddamn door right now! I lost my keys." She yells from outside. She isn't drunk thankfully but she can't go a day without drinking so I can guarantee she's at least tipsy which still doesn't help me. She also probably didn't lose her keys it's either lying where it always is by the front door or it's quite literally in her hand and she's just being difficult.