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"One teaspoon salt..." I carefully measure the correct amount into the spoon before gently dropping the salt into the bowl.
I sigh in satisfaction. The final ingredient can now be perfectly placed back in it's original spot along with all the other ones. I pop the lids back onto my set of perfectly matching glass containers.
I hum along to "Spring" from Vivaldi's Four Seasons and smile happily. It's one of the most remarkable pieces of music I've ever heard.
I wasn't allowed to be a normal teenager so a normal teenage experience was something I didn't get. I love music but I never really had access to anything other than what my brother did or what came on the TV or radio. I was too afraid to try to sneak anything or ask.
They would've said no and I would've been grounded for
