The Emotions Maker

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Sam Moody is a poor little boy, His father died long time ago and he lives with his mother in a small house. Sam wants to be famous and to have money to live happily with his mother, who suffers from depression.
When Sam tries baking, he discovers that he's got a talent, a strange kind of talent that no one's ever had. Sam is extraordinary.

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9. Chapter Nine

One day Sam met the restaurant’s manager after work, the restaurant lost its trait without the emotions, so people didn't go there like they used to. But the manager wanted to talk to Sam and so he was happy to see him before leaving.  

“Chef Sam.” He said.

“Yes, sir?” Sam asked.

“Ahh, Chef, can you tell me what stopped your magic?” He asked.

“Excuse me?” Sam asked, confused.

“Your magic, you could make emotions greatly. Now what happened? The movie makers only didn't want you to sell it for making movies and they wanted you to stop making it with the same ingredients. They thought that your secret was with your ingredients.”

“Which it is.” Said Sam.

His manager shook his head  he was very disappointed and sad.

“Remember, Chef Sam what I told you in your very first night as a chef.” He said and he left the restaurant leaving Sam with his thoughts.

What happened exactly at that night he couldn't just remember. It happened ten years ago and I could never just - wait a minute… Sam thought. And then it got clearer in his mind, he could just hear his manager’s words like he just said them.

“Sam.” The manager called before Sam went home.

“Yes sir?”

“I thought you’d like to know that this thing you do isn't normal, really.”

“What d’you mean, sir?”

“I mean .. The way you cook, the way this cake made everyone happy, it was perfect! It was like magic, or like – I don’t know what it really is actually, but it diffidently was something!”

“Thank you, sir. But I really think it was just the chocolate, chocolate really helps with depression, I once heard.”

“No, no, no my dear boy. Did any of these people who came today seem the type of people who couldn't or didn't buy and eat chocolate normally? No, they eat it every single day . At least most of them do. Don’t you think this way or you’ll lose it all, you hear me? It’s you! The secret’s with you, and only you know it. It can be an abnormal ingredient that no one but you used, who knows? Well, no one but you.”

Sam started feeling ridiculous after he remembered this conversation, the last words the manager told him before he went home were like a thunderstruck to him now, he now understood what he meant. It was himHe was the magic, his confidence, his hope and himself. Sam Moody got it in his blood, cooking and emotions making, he always had.

How could I be that blind. He thought. He suddenly hurried to the kitchen –which was way better now with a new oven and everything- and started baking the first thing he baked or cooked – a chocolate cake. He tried doing it without chocolate, and fed it to his mother.

“What’s that, honey?” she asked.

“Just try It, mum.” Sam said.

And after she did so, she smiled widely and hugged him tightly.

“It’s all back!” she said.

Sam gave it another try just to make sure that the magic was in him. He didn't bake a cake this time, he made spaghetti; usually Alanzo’s thing to do. He let his mother taste it and it too worked.

Sam was thrilled that night. He was so excited to go to work and tell his friends and manager about everything. And the next day he just went there running just like a little kid.

“It’s back! I’m back!” he yelled.

 

They were all surprised, and they didn't know what he was talking about. He told them about everything and they all congratulated him. They were so happy for him, Sam their childhood's friend. And that night they parted, not by dancing, but by dining all together.

 

 

 

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