INTRODUCTION

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My 14 year old baby sister Precious and Her Love for Fried Potatoes is quite remarkable, Precious had always been known for her love of fried potatoes. No sunday or quiet evening at home was complete without the sweet, golden slices bubling in hot oil.

It wasn’t just a dish for her; looking at her fry the potatoes you would realize she has made a ritual out of it.

PRECIOUS

WHAT HAPPENED

One quiet Saturday afternoon, the craving hit her. From her disturbance and the funny sounds she makes when she's in the mood one could tell,She could almost taste it already, the sweetness of the potatoes filling her senses.

She went to the kitchen, humming a tune as she peeled the plantains and sliced them perfectly, the way she had done a thousand times before. Heating the oil in a frying pan, Precious felt at ease.

As the potatoes began to fry, the golden slices bubbling happily in the pan, she suddenly heard a loud bang from the living room. Instinctively, she turned to check it out, forgetting the pan of hot oil on the gas. In her haste to turn back, she knocked the pan with her hand, and in a flash, hot oil splashed over her leg.

Precious gasped in pain as the searing oil burned her skin. We had her scream and then ran into the kitchen to check what was the problem. Her heart raced, and tears welled up in her eyes. Most people would have stopped right there, afraid to continue. But not Precious.

Through the pain, she glanced back at the gas. The potatoes were still sizzling, some of them turning a deep brown, almost burnt. In her mind, quitting wasn’t an option,this i saw written all over her eyes She had made it this far, and no kitchen accident would stop her from enjoying her favorite treat.

We helped her apply salt and raw egg on her leg and surprisingly she returned to the gas, carefully flipping the potatoes with her good hand. She winced as the oil popped again, but her focus remained strong. "Don't try me," she muttered to herself, determined.

The smell of the frying potatoes filled the kitchen again, and despite the pain, a sense of satisfaction crept over her. I was impressed guys.

Her Leg

The burn was real, but so was her love for fried potatoes. After a few more minutes, the last batch was done. She placed the golden slices on a plate, admiring their crispy edges.

The pain throbbed her leg, but Precious smiled, feeling triumphant, i was watching, she must have noticed;

Later that evening, as she sat with her plate of perfectly fried potatoes on her lap, i queried her, she laughed softly saying ,Yes, the kitchen could be dangerous, and accidents could happen, but her love for her favorite food was stronger than any fear. "I'll just be more careful next time," she said with a grin, biting into a crispy slice.

Precious knew one thing for certain—nothing, not even a burn, could come between her and her beloved fried potatoes. WOW!!

WHAT I LEARNT

• Try to be careful so you don't enjoy the fruit of your labor in pain, and to be honest I made sure I brought this lesson to her attention.

• Be Resilient. In as much as the pains were still there and it had not healed properly she still went ahead to fry the potatoes but this time with much carefulness.

Thanks 🙏

I would love to invite my friends @adachukwu @ngozie996 to participate