Tuesday: My recipe sucks

A harmony of laughter rang out in the car right before it happened. Lana barely remembered anything about it when she woke up two weeks later to a world without her parents.

The only thing she remembered was a loud sound, the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She could hear something screaming far away right before she passed out.

Everything went by so quickly but she was too numb to be involved. The night of funeral, she walked into her dad's office and sat on his chair, trying to imagine how her day would be going if they were still there.

She was about to leave when a red envelope caught her eye. Opening it, she recognised her dad's handwriting, as tears welled up in her eyes.

Dear Olanna

As much as we've had a lot of differences lately, you're still the most important person in my life.
Any day you feel like starting afresh, call this number. They'll guide you.
You've always been special since day 1 and I can't wait to see you back on the right path.

Love
Dad.

There's no playbook to life, her mum always said. You live, love and learn. You either learn from the mistake of others or your mistake.

For some reason, she had always fancied making her own mistakes instead. So from day one, she decided to go crazy. She never played by the rules and did the opposite of everything she was told to do.

You only live once, that's always been her motto. Besides her parents have always had her back. Call it perks of being the only child of wealthy parents.

It took the loss of her parents and a letter to realise that her recipe for life sucks. This time no one was coming to save her, but herself.

She took a deep breath, steadying her breath and dailed the number. After two rings, someone picks up. "Hello, this is Olanna Andrew"

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