The Hand that Rocks the Ladle... Rules the Kitchen

When I was 10 and 8 I heard my father say, give “Alpha the way to the stage and let her perform all day. Do not tell her where the kitchen is because for sure she will not find her way…”

When I was 10 and 10, I heard my father say, “give Alpha tons and tons of books and let her read them all day. Do not give her kitchen duties for she will cry all day.”

When I was 10 and 30, I heard my father say, “In a house where Alpha is I won’t stay. For if I do and indulge with the food and goodies she prepares, in this earth, I'll have a short stay.”

Now that I am 4 and 40, I won’t hear what my father has to say. For he missed how good I have become in the kitchen where I used to frown. I finally found my way to a world and considered the toque a crown.

Note: My father joined the innumerable caravan 4 years ago due to diabetes complications (renal failure).