[ WP ] He 's a master chef , but not by choice . He has absolutely no idea what he 's doing but somehow creates amazing dishes left and right !

*LUCK; fucking ^luck* 
 
 That idiot did n't even knew that it was n't rice he was mixing the egg paste with 
 **IT WAS SPAGHETTI** 
 And just like that he skyrocketed to master chef 
 
 
 How can I even compete with *luck*? 
 **Ten**..... Ten years of solemn handwork; 
 *ten goddam* years I have spent building myself up in the only thing I am ~~great~~ **good** at. 
 Should n't I be rewarded for my sweat; my patience; my *blood*? 
 I should be.. All... All... those years ca n't be for... vain 
 This kitchen is my *home*.. 
 The only home I ever had... 
 The smell of **my spices**; the *ting*^*ting*^*ting* sound of **my oven**; the coarse *feel* of **my** cotton polyester caps ^MyCrown 
 It is **my** blood that has smeared across the shelf.. The floor where which **I** have swept through the years... **mine**..... **mine**.... **mineeeeee** 
 
 What good am I?? 
 What purpose do I have left?? 
 
 
 *is? * is being the second **best** worth it? 
 Is my time over... 
 Is... 
 ( English is my second language so... Sorry for any grammatical errors that might have crept it ) 
 
 
 
 
 

