DP Daily Prompt:I Have Confidence in Me

Are you good at what you do? What would you like to be better at?

When I first came to Gander, Newfoundland. I was disappointed with the loaves of bread we bought. They were always moldy. I decided to bake bread myself. I never had to bake bread before, fresh bread was available in a lot of shops in Montreal.

It wasn’t the case in Gander. So I announced I will bake my own bread.My husband was doubtful, my friend told me it won’t work, when I asked  why she was discouraging me. Her reply was she had tried but failed the loaves of bread she baked turned out as hard as bricks. “Please do not try she said you’d be disappointed.”

I was given a cookbook “Better Homes and Gardens,” for Christmas by one of my husband’s friends.

I took out the book made a list of the ingredients and bought them  from the nearby Super market, my husband told me it was a waste of time. I ignored him I knew how can I say I cannot do it without trying.

The first six loaves of bread was not so soft, it tasted good. I knew it would get better when I bake bread regularly.After a few weeks my bead came out perfect. I stopped buying bread from the Super market. I was glad I did not listen to my friend or my husband.

I was confident once I started baking bread, it will be better than the bread we bought from the store,

 

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365 Writing Prompt: All grown up

When was the first time you really felt like a grown up(if ever)?

I was always curious about everything. I think I was eight years old, my Dad hired a new teacher for my younger siblings, he was employed to teach them Urdu.

One day I wanted to see how my siblings were doing, there they were repeating every word that their teacher was saying, the teacher knew the whole book by heart. He had his eyes closed and in a sing song tone was reciting the words.

Something to me wasn’t right I thought, my siblings I didn’t believe could read, they were able to repeat what their teacher was saying. I waited for them to complete the lesson for that day, when they came out, I grabbed my sister I told her I didn’t think any of them could read, after continuous repetition they were able to deceive me by opening the book and pretended to know they can actually read.

I told my sister, “I bet you cannot read it.”

She insisted she can , I said: “then read.”

I opened a page in the book and asked her to read.

She said, “I want to start from the first page.”

I was convinced none of them learned to read.

I told her if she can read what difference does it make if I open the book at any page, she should be able to read. My sister stayed quiet, there was nothing she was able to say.

I went to Dad and told him the teacher does not know how to teach and my siblings after all these months cannot read a single word. They can read without opening the book. You know what that means they have memorized the whole book.

My Dad was upset, he immediately  fired the teacher .

That day onward I felt like a grown up I was able to point out to my Dad that the teacher he hired for our younger siblings was not capable of teaching!

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