Chapter 93

I pulled out the left over vegetarian casserole I had made the night before and placed it in the oven to heat for a few minutes. My dad had insisted it tasted delicious, but he barely ate any of it and left this entire batch for me to gulf down on my own. I didn't mind though, I loved my cooking. I don't want to sound conceited or anything, but I'm a pretty good cook. Even most of my relatives had told me so when I was chosen to make Thanksgiving dinner (well, the stuffing that is because I refused to cook a dead turkey) and they all loved it!

After finishing up my early meal, I realized then that my dad had forgotten to take out the trash this morning. He always forgets though. That tends to be my duty like every other chore that one has to do in a house. I don't mind because I'm already used to doing it all on my own.