I wished for a moment of recognition.
Just a simple acknowledgment of my efforts.
But it seemed elusive.
The kitchen, once a place of solace, felt confining.
The walls seemed to inch closer.
As if mirroring my trapped feelings.
I glanced at the clock.
Time was slipping away.
The rain kept falling.
I knew I had to face tomorrow.
Even if I felt unprepared.
There was no other choice.
The cycle would continue.
But maybe, just maybe, this recipe would offer a momentary escape.
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