My grandpa Hercules (chapter 71st *KitchenMan*)
(Hey readers,
Preboards are over my head and still, I am not getting out of writing this book, so please hope, I succeed with good, and let's survive the tide cause of preboard...
Yours,
Author)
A hardcore grew softcore,
Making a nest for two more...
Yup two more again with a pairing of a boy and a girl-
Guess who was older?!
The boy was, boy was full of tantrums unlike his older brother of his but his newly born sister and last in the line hopefully was the beloved!
this time whole story was saturated...
And the promise was kept- no one meant no one!
Even if that turned out to be hard...
In the office or sometimes at home, But yet it was good! As I said but only a limited frame
Because my grandma who had now fulfilled her duty of producing enough heirs didn't catch up in that limited frame-
Her smoking craves doubled and her body didn't hold up as much as it used to perform-She started to feel sick... It was hard to say if it was just in documents or in reality but it was something that inculcated fear into her 'yet not seen-world' children- a fear of losing their mothers.
As she did wrap herself in a blanket and said-
"I'm not going to make it... " in a slow almost eerie voice that grandpa had to jump to the floor to rescue,
As the kitchen holder!
In his initial days, he had all mastered this course, and so it was... He pronounced a Kitchenman, as he did his duty as a break maker and also a roti maker at the same time even after going through 8-5 torture, he was still ready to serve his family and his 'Sick' wife a well-cooked food to eat... With his daughter helping by his side, it was her education time so he didn't let her help and took the crown over his head!
Maybe sometimes a little salty, a little spicy, or sometimes over or undercooked
But everything never falls to the plate perfectly, So it was good!
Although he thought was his duty, til his wife gets better,
"It won't be forever..." he laughed
Only to know that he was about to get a patent for this job!