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Revised: 09/24/2018 4:27 p.m.
- Sept. 24, 2018, 6 a.m.
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The kitchen has always been my safe place, I started cooking for my family in the 3rd grade and I turned out to be pretty great at it. My mom always told me stories of how she couldn’t cook and when she met my father she depended upon him to eat and I never wanted to be like that. To this day the kitchen is my safe place when everything else seems to be going to shit, I can depend on it to help me forget about everything else even if just for a couple hours. emphasized text
Last updated September 24, 2018
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