I looked at my father's sugar-crusted hands, his shocked eyes, and I knew that I was breaking his heart. It was the worst time to say anything, to just blurt it out like this while we were cooking and preparing the house for guests—especially because my father was busy doing the one thing that I was about to tell them that I would never do. But I couldn't hold it in any longer, and I needed to say something now, otherwise I would just be delaying the inevitable and probably have an anxiety-caused breakdown in the meantime.
We were standing in the kitchen while my family was scattered around the living room tidying up, pretending not to listen and clearly listening: Soft footsteps approached, and my mother was now with us in the kitchen. "What is this, Beta?" she said. She was shocked; I was ashamed.
"I'm sorry," I said miserably. "But I can't do it. I'm not good at cooking. Everything I touch comes out wrong，and tastes terrible. Even the simple ladoos I try to make fall apart.
"You have to practice, Beta, my father exploded. "You don't practice enough! All you do is sit in your room, and write in that journal…"
"I want to be a writer." I cried out what had been reverberating in my mind for the last three years.
My parents were astonished. "The sweet store is your duty, Beta. Your duty to your family. We're counting on you because you are our daughter." my father spoke as though this was all that needed to be said.
My heart sank.
My father gave me a hard look. "When your grandfather comes over for dinner," he warned, "don't say a word to him."
"He's still recovering from his surgery," my mother added severely.
My father turned back to shaping the ladoos. "We'll discuss this later," he said abruptly, and the conversation was over.
When the rest of the family came over that evening, I found myself sitting next to my grandfather. Everyone laughed and joked except me. When there was a period of quietness in the conversation, my grandfather said, "Beta, come with me to the kitchen."
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Once we reached the kitchen, he asked me what's wrong.
……
But my grandfather stopped him with a look, and gently laid a hand on my arm.
