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I know some of you would laugh at me for this. But I don't care. This is me and nobody's going to change that.
Back when I was a kid, I want to become a pizza chef.
I want to be the best pizza chef there is, baking pizzas that everyone would love, made using local ingrendients I know and love and believe would make everyone love my pizza.
My mother ran away when I was 11. Ever since then Dad has been alone raising me. I would never forget those times when he really have no idea what for dinner and instead, just took me to the nearest pizzeria and order a big plate of pizza for us to eat together.
We went there so often that I think I've basically eaten every single menu they had at that one pizzeria. Sure I got bored from eating pizza whenever Dad's either too tired to cook or just being lazy in general, but I really loved their pizzas. It was by then that I decided I wanted to become a pizza chef.
When I told Dad and the pizzeria's main chef about my dream, they just laughed. What can you expect? I was only 15.
