It was rare for Emily to arrive home before any of her family members.
Her brother must have been held up in soccer practice whereas her parents must have still been at her grandmother's house for their monthly visit. Whatever the reasons for their delay, Emily was beyond elated. She had been anticipating this golden opportunity that had been generously offered to her by the heavens. Probably, Emily mused, her donating of $10 last week contributed to this valuable chance. While she admitted that she had been complaining about her dramatic loss in personal funds, she would not be groaning about that anymore.
The thing was, Emily had recently taken interest in cooking. It all started ever since she had watched Masterchef on television after completing her homework. She marveled at the many kinds of ways that food can be cooked and not to mention, how elegant and cool some cooks looked while preparing the dishes too although for that, she quickly figured out that the video editing had something to do with that. Anyway, Emily had quickly changed her dream occupation from a artist to a cook. At least, while pursuing to be a chef, she could learn some helpful cooking recipes on the way. What can she do with piles of canvas smeared with paint and crayons anyway?
So, with her being alone in the house, she had the kitchen all to herself and no one would get in her way! She grinned to herself in satisfaction. However, she still had no idea how long she would be by herself so she quickly started on her preparations.
The dish was nothing complicated. Chicken and prawn aglio olio. The recipe was so straightforward that she believed even a literate 5-year-old could pull it off without a problem! However, her enthusiasm was cut short when she realized that there were no chickens and prawns in the refrigerator. But that could not be. Emily could have sworn she saw her mother putting back the leftover chicken and prawn back in the fridge! Internally panicking, she hastily scoured the entire kitchen for the rest of the ingredients. To her disappointment, the only ingredient that she had in the house is a clove of garlic. She even forgot to buy a bottle of olive oil!
Sighing in disappointment, Emily collapsed on the couch in the living room, planting her face hard on the pillow to drown out her wails. It seemed like a few hours had passed until she heard the door opening and the strong aroma of food wafting in the air.
"Emily! We're home!"
"Mummy bought you your favourite food! Pasta!" Emily lit up instantly and bolted to the food waiting for her on the table.
Well, better luck next time.
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